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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 6:45 am
Salieri wrinkled her nose. She hated the nickname Sally. The only names other than her original one that she accepted being called were Sal and See-Sal, and the latter was only acceptable if her family used it.
"Er, just call me Sal. Sal is fine." She held out her hand. "The thing about martial arts is that you can use anything to do it, even wings. So, let's see Roast. I'm sure that I'll be able to work with her too."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 7:07 am
The over the top introduction of herself to the mountain called Robby made it clear to Luka that this was definitely Salieri Del Forrest if the name hadn't been mentioned. What a family likeness in personality. Both brother and sister were absolutely barmy.
Well, there wasn't much he could do for now, so he bought his Pokémon some food and brought them out to eat with him. Kai managed to sit on one of the chairs and Tayla and Squirt perched on the table as they ate their food. It was actually quite delicious.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:33 am
"Hmm," Eunmi paused. She drank sometimes, but she didn't know what was appropriate at a bar setting. But Moze had ordered rum, so she figured she would mimic him to a slight degree. "Rum and coke, please."
She twisted and leaned against the counter.
"I already have plans," she said quietly. All of her hopes and dreams pointed to Castelia City. She looked down, wondering if she would be able to make it. Surely it didn't include Taekwon-do or Pokemon training. She hoped she didn't have to keep fighting all the time though - it would be hard to stop once it started.
"So why are you guys trainers?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:11 am
Moze grinned when the bartender brought him his two drinks, along with a shot glass and a large mug. He carefully poured a single shot of rum into the mug and filled up the rest with ginger ale, then stirred it around with his straw.
"Trainer? Like pokemon trainer? My pokemon are trained, but we don't battle. We just waltz along the open road." He turned to Eunmi, still stirring his drink. "If you're asking why I travel, it's cause I want to spread the melody of love and peace to the world." He had said it so many times to so many people that he didn't realize how corny it sounded, but Moze was serious.
"There are so many people who need help no matter where you go, and I'm the guy who lends them a hand. If I leave someplace, I want those stops to end on a high note."
He took a small sip of his mixed drink, and then exhaled sharply, widening his eyes. Instantly, a slight tinge of pink came across his cheeks as he sighed. Moze rested his arms on the counter, leaning forward slightly with a small, mellow smile. "...well, now I'm drunk..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:17 am
Henrietta didn't order anything, she merely shook her head when the bartender asked. She recalled being drunk last night, or somewhat. The feeling, it had been nice. The next morning? She felt so horrible that it wasn't worth it. At all.
Henrietta looked at Moze and then Eunmi. So, Moze had a goal and so, it seemed, did Eunmi. Henrietta strangely felt like she's answered this question before. Her answer was sillier than Moze's, but she said it anyways. "C-college has t-too many p-people."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 3:11 pm
The rosy cheeked Moze nodded enthusiastically at what Henrietta was saying and took another sip of his drink. Once again, he made a sharp exhale as he turned to face the kendo girl. Although that he was already feeling something off of that tiny amount of alcohol, he was keeping his composure.
"Ah, I never went to college myself. But I realized that it wasn't my jam." Moze propped his elbow up on the counter and rested his chin in his hand. "The point of going to college is to branch off into a better future. What kind of future are you looking for, Henrietta?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 3:20 pm
Eunmi remained silent at Henrietta's comment. While it seemed both of them had wanted to pursue college, they probably had different reasons for not getting in.
"...you could always do an online program."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 3:21 pm
The answer was simple.
"I-ive never had a computer b-before."
((Dammit, didn't see your post, SORRY JUMP I'M NOT IGNORING YOU I SWEAR))
Edit:
Henrietta then looked to Moze.
Future?
She'd run away from school, from the social setting for a reason. To be alone. But now there were people she didn't really want to go away. Eunmi, Salieri and Wayne.
"I... don't know what what I want," she said, realizing it for the first time herself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 7:26 pm
"I'm gonna do it! Try to stop me! I swear! I'll show you! I'll show all of you!"
What's with that guy? Wearing a balaclava and a suit and standing out already, the insane laughter and pantomime flailing turned at least a few heads. And really, a few. He meant to attract a crowd but the people of PokéLand barely afforded a glance before carrying on, bystander apathy. Not their problem, no problem.
"C'mon! I have a bomb! I'm gonna blow this place sky high! Death to the World Government!"
That did it. Oh, that did it.
Ignore.
"You people are all gonna fry!"
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"Auntie? Where are you?"
Her tiny voice was lost to the tide of legs as people shifted, one attraction to the next, paying no heed to the little girl dragging a pink rabbit doll along the ground behind her. Jelly was a cute doll, the colour of bubblegum with two long black and dangling ears, buttons for eyes with one coming loose. Five-year-old Katelyn's favourite toy. Daddy gave it to her when she turned four.
Katelyn dodged with effort, wading through a sea of people and feeling tight pangs in her stomach as she realised she couldn't find Jacqueline. She'd never been this alone before; mommy and daddy always stayed with her when they went places, Wayne was always there to keep an eye out when they were playing.
Being alone like this was different to playing pretend in her room; nothing scary about dolls and toyboxes and train sets or watching cartoons, nothing to worry about when you could put it down or turn it off and leave it alone. And mommy had always warned her of the bad man who'll take her away if she wanders off on her own. And when he takes her away she can't play with dolls or toys or trains and she'll never see mommy and daddy and Wayne again. But she had, in a moment of mindless curiosity, forgotten all about the bad man and become enveloped in the crowd.
She tripped and tears formed as she nursed a grazed knee. Lips trembled as she hugged Jelly tight and scrunched up her eyes to forget about the pain. Katelyn stood up with a wince and sniffled, wiping her eyes to become a brave little soldier. She marched on, holding Jelly with two arms against her chest, feeling the great empty space of alone above and around her. And then bam, she hit his leg and bounced to the floor with a squeal as Jelly fell from her grasp and stared empty at the sky. She looked up.
And the bad man looked back.
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"I swear, I am never babysitting this little brat again, so long as I live."
Jacqueline loved her Xtransceiver; she could slide the main body of the device out from its wrist strap and click it into a phone. She held it up to her ear, way more comfortable than speaking into her forearm, as she leaned against one of the Ferris Wheel cabs, feet glued to the door as it rose above the rest of PokéLand. Well, the rollercoaster went higher but she wouldn't be able to use it as a vantage point for very long.
['Eaaaasy, princess, you just have to keep your cool, y'know? You do know what patience is, don't you?']
"Of course I do," Jacqueline snapped into her phone. The people in the cab were staring out of the grated side to try and look at her as she kept herself up like Spider-Man on a wall. The view from this high up meant you could see almost all of PokéLand and even a good portion of the city.
['You know that trick where you count to ten? I bet you can't do that.']
"Don't have time for it, Oz," Jacqueline grumbled, scouring the crowds for the sight of a scared little girl holding a stupid toy.
['You're not scaring the locals with Aura are you? Y'know ol' Houseman wants to start docking pay every time you do that.']
"Well there's an irony. And relax; if they're used to pokémon then they're used to a little Aura."
['Pfft. Not the way most people react. Hey, you hear about that Martial Arts guy whose dojo got smashed? They say he's an Aura Master. Dude, I laughed my a** off.']
"Cute. Gotta go."
Jacqueline snapped her phone shut and slid it back into its wrist strap where a series of clever magnets helped position it until the lock was fixed, safe and secure. It'd have to be for what Jacqueline was about to do next. She jumped.
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"You all laughed! All of you! Now the shoe's on the other foot! Ahahaha!"
Katelyn squealed, the bad man strangling her with his forearm, holding her aloft, her legs kicking and flailing, Jelly dangling from her grip. He had a knife in his hand. It was inches from her eye. Contained in his other grip, a remote control for a bomb placed somewhere in PokéLand.
Not exactly a prime terrorism hotspot, but blowing up a theme park did have its advantages. Of course, it'd be a scandal, a tragedy, reported worldwide as the deaths of thousands and hardly something they could sweep under the rug. Death to the World Government wouldn't be a shot to the head, but a slow and steady bleed as public confidence waned and their reign didn't seem so absolute after all.
Nobody challenged the World Government. It was listed in the dictionary under Suicide circa 1961.
But what if someone did? And suddenly the body that controlled everything on a global scale looked like it could be challenged. Looked like the rule imposed by a declared President might not be iron clad? Well then those with ill will, with reason to hate the establishment would become emboldened. They'd join the force willing to uproot the absolute rule, to give the planet its freedom back.
That's right: Freedom. For they, the Freedom Liberation Front were here.
"And we will not stand by idly while our hopes and values are controlled!"
"Says the 'tard taking a little kid hostage," some guy from the crowd said as he passed.
More and more people were stopping, standing and staring. It was a sight to see. A man in a balaclava wearing the suit he intended to die in, a five year old kicking to be free, her face red as he choked the life out of her, knife in hand. Susan Hack stood by, she had two little girls of her own, she knew how awful it must be, knew that something must be done. For that poor child, why wasn't anybody helping? Andrew Fitzgerald felt the anger swell inside; strangling a kid? What an a*****e. Someone's gonna show him, that balaclava freak. He is going to get what's b*****d coming to him.
The bad man held his detonator aloft, a sweaty grin on his face, turning up the corners of his mask as his thumb stroked the switch. Those fools. Couldn't they see? He was doing it for them! Every last stinkin' one of 'em was gonna see what idiots they'd been to be strung along so blindly. Only knowing when they're in a worse hell. But that was the nature of sacrifice. Even this kid, the life bleeding out of her, her flails and screams becoming weaker and slower by the second. But it was fine. In a moment, none of that would matter.
A click of the switch and blown to bits. Bombs in the center of the theme park, exploding up and out, shockwaves tearing it all down, blowing out glass, igniting the pathetic masses as they finally took notice of their lives about to end.
He licked his lips and sniffed hard through the sweat. Yeah. Golden.
"Ah, thanks," yelled the voice, "I've been looking everywhere for her. I mean, everywhere, seriously. I was up on the damn Ferris freakin' Wheel searching for the lil' tyke."
He paused, deflating as the perfect vision of his own glorious demise became a soft, confused, "Eh?"
Jacqueline jogged through the crowd, stepping just beyond the gap they'd left around the bad man and coming to a stop. "Hey, sweetie," the words came but they sounded alien, "See what happens when you run off?"
"Get the hell back you stupid b***h!" the bad man spat, slicing his arm across Katelyn's neck until the blade tip was poking her tiny throat. This freed up some air and she gasped, filling her lungs so she could shout.
"The bad man's got me Aunt Jackie please don't let him hurt me I didn't mean to run off I'm sorry I'll never do it again please don't let him take me away!"
"Shut the ******** up, kid! You are not ruining this moment for me!"
"Look, I'm sure we can all come to an arrangmen-"
"You shut up too you dumb ******** whore! I have had enough of people like you! You are going to ******** die like the rest of this cattle!"
Jacqueline's eyebrow twitched and a sword-like grin drew across her face. What did he just say? She cracked her neck, stretching her shoulder in its socket. What the <********> did he just say?
"Y'know," the anger barely contained within her voice, "I'm off duty today. My cousin wanted me to do some babysitting but that didn't really turn out too well. I was hoping that you could spare me a whole lot of s**t by keeping this little incident between us, but no! Now this is gonna end up on the news so if I'm gonna be found out anyway then maybe I should just cut the crap! How does that suit you?!"
"Sto-" the bad man yelled but his grasp felt empty. He looked into his palm. Where did the detonator go? He peered dumbly around and Jacqueline stood there, holding it, the same enraged grin on her face as, with a simple finger flex, she turned the detonator into scrap that crumbled away.
"I love this part," she said, "It's the bit where you fail to form full words."
"Wha-" he blinked and she disappeared again. This time his arm was breaking as it got wrenched back, tearing the muscle as Katelyn fell from his grasp, landed and ran behind her Auntie. The knife fell to the floor with an empty clatter, though it couldn't be heard over the bad man's screams.
Katelyn picked up Jelly and hid her face. This was like that scary film daddy was watching on TV where the man had been hurt real bad and kept shouting and shouting and shouting, saying nasty words and not stopping and making people scream and run away. The bad maaan's coming to get youuu, Katelyyyyn.
"Are you injured?" Jacqueline asked, kneeling to eye level and patting the girl down to see if she'd eep.
Katelyn sniffed from behind Jelly, terrified tears fogging her eyes, "M-my knee's hurt real bad."
Jacqueline lifted the girl's dress enough to check, noting the graze and the blood dried down her leg. Nothing serious then.
"You're gonna be fine," she told the girl before being swamped with a thankful hug shared between her, Katelyn and Jelly squashed in the middle. At first she paused, not sure how to react. This wasn't something Jacqueline did. But for the first time she felt it, a warm tug at her heart. Instinct took over and she wrapped her arms around the crying little girl.
"You..." the bad man spat from beneath his balaclava. Hunched over, his arm a mess, ruined and broken and hanging limply at his side. It probably hurt like hell. He was too pissed off to care. "You ********..." he trailed off, anger mounting. He charged, sweeping the knife up off the ground and raising it above his head, "DIIIIIIE!"
Jacqueline stood up, keeping Katelyn in her arms, the girl's head buried in her chest. She didn't look as one kick shot up, striking the bad man's throat and jaw, lifting him off his feet as he span backward, his spine in full view as Jacqueline retracted her foot and shot out again. The strike hit him with a sick crunch and he was sent speeding, crashing across the floor like a human bowling ball before finally landing a strike against a hotdog stand.
People had to inspect the body. Giving more attention now than they ever did before. Now was the time to be judgemental, to be moral when they wouldn't be in the line of fire.
"You," someone yelled, shrieked as his body hung limply from the mangled stand framework, "you killed him!"
Jacqueline looked over coolly, cradling her crying niece, "Put it under suicide," she said, "I'm a Government Agent."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:27 pm
Robby shrugged at Sal's sudden decision she be called Sal. "Alright." His hand went to the pokeball, and released Roast, who didn't seem very happy to have just been woken up. Her eyes went to the battle girl, then the slumping giant, then the excited Bacon. The pokemon shook her head and Robby motioned to her. "I don' know how good she is physically."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 1:44 am
"Okay, okay! Build up strength and GO!"
Hitmonlee glanced over, unimpressed with Wayne's eagerness. He couldn't even be exasperated that Wayne was acting like a child because, at seventeen, he still was. But then training was easier with someone to coach you, even someone who thought that every last thing was awesome or well done Hitmonlee alright!
But this was a move normally handed down from parent to child. One that Hitmonlee could learn, but without a real practitioner to teach him or genetics to guide him then it'd be difficult. And they may get it wrong. What Wayne wanted was for Hitmonlee to gather his power together and charge forward, moving in a flash, then the air pressure shift would come crushing down around him: Vacuum Wave.
According to the trainer, if Hitmonlee could master that then he'd eventually be able to incorporate it into his other attacks, make it a passive technique instead of an active one. But that was with mastery. And right now speeding through the air was not coming with the greatest of ease.
[This is stupid,] Hitmonlee grumbled, his leg muscles flexing deeply before shooting forward, his body moving quick. Then he'd land, hitting the ground and nothing.
Solosis blinked from behind his prepared Light Screen and sighed. Another failure.
"Aw man, why isn't this working? I know I saw dad use the air to attack when he punched it real hard. Hitmonlee should do it a-okay..."
Elizabeth and Zack were nowhere to be found. Gone back to the city and left Wayne to train. He slumped against the tree Zack was leaning against before and slid down to the soft forest floor with an exasperated groan. Wayne hung his head and left it there, bangs of hair covering his eyes.
"Sometimes I don't think I'm cut out for this," he muttered to nobody, flexing his fingers in front of his eyes, "Nothing wants to work, y'know?" Wayne slid down fully, arms supporting his head as his leg crossed the other while he stared up at the canopy. White light streamed in making the tree leaves look black. He always liked that effect; made it look striking and cool. He got to think and it put him at ease. Not really this time though.
"Tess..." he said quietly before sitting up and shaking his head, "No no no! ARRRGHH!" Wayne leapt to his feet and glared at his pokémon with an intense expression, "Alright! We're gonna do this! One more time, Hitmonlee!"
Hitmonlee watched quietly and nodded. Okay.
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"You think leaving him alone was the best idea?" Elizabeth said, looking over her shoulder to the distancing forest.
"Please," Zack replied, walking with closed eyes, hands in his pockets, "you really think his training would go well with the two of us watching?"
Elizabeth smiled, linked her husband and budged up to his shoulder, "I guess not," she said and Zack's grumpy face went red. She still had that effect, she thought, always had and if she always will then that's fine with her.
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"Vacuum Wave!"
Hitmonlee had it, racing forward, pausing for a split second then speeding over with a burst of speed.
"Light Screen!"
Solosis threw up the shield and Hitmonlee charged through but the wave of pressure that followed failed to reach the tiny psychic.
"Get out of there! Rolling Kick!"
Hitmonlee shot sideways, twisting around as he went and throwing a diamond-hard foot out at his training partner.
"Telekinesis into Psywave!"
The foot shot out at high speed, matching Solosis' reaction time, meaning that he'd take the hard knock to the face just as he launched the telekinetic wave of light. This would effectively grab Hitmonlee by the foot and lift him into the air where he'd be vulnerable to the follow-up Psywave.
"You can still move!" Wayne roared, "Earthquake now!"
Hitmonlee rose skyward but that didn't mean he was beaten. With the last of his ground time, he pushed forward to swing around his centre of gravity, righting himself as his leg compressed sharp. He still hadn't mastered this technique, it was lacking in power. Still...
He kicked down as Solosis launched Psywave, foot meeting blast of psychokinetic energy and melting through it, striking Solosis just as Hitmonlee was swamped by the rest of the wave. Both pokémon were knocked back, down but not out.
That was a problem, Wayne thought: while Telekinesis did offer a massive advantage by suspending the opponent in the air, it also prevented Solosis from using the move on himself to gain mobility. That was something they'd have to work on.
Meanwhile Earthquake was too weak to take down Solosis, who until now had tanked what Hitmonlee had to offer thanks to his tough outer membrane and type resistance. A move like Earthquake was designed to destroy by vibration; the outer membrane wouldn't do much good against that and Solosis wasn't strong against Ground moves. If he could still survive a direct hit then Hitmonlee's Earthquake was far from complete.
"This is a pain," Wayne grumbled as he called off the training, "You're doing well though, both of you."
He doubted either of them could beat Petilil though. He needed to get them to her level before challenging the gym. Hitmonlee's moves were fast but predictable and Solosis lacked variety and skill.
This training might take longer than he'd anticipated.
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Meanwhile, in PokéLand:
Jacqueline shielded Katelyn from the cameras and microphones, cradling the five year old, an annoyed expression crossing her face. Bulbs flashed, the press crowded and she lost her patience.
"He was a bomber, okay? A suicide bomber."
"You killed the man in cold blood! Even if you are a Government Agent, isn't that extreme?!"
"What's the World Government's stance on the freedom of speech?!"
"Is that your child?! Is the World Government condoning the use of children in military operations?!"
Jackie's eye twitched. Tended to happen when she was about to snap. Damn, it felt good when she finally did. But now was not the time. Deep breathes, Jackie, what was it Oz said? Count to ten? One... two... aw to hell with it.
"What the hell is wrong with you people? I ********' killed a goddamn suicide bomber and saved the lives of everyone here. What's the big ********' moral dilemma when the a*****e was gonna off himself anyway?"
The press went quiet for a second. Then started up again with the barrage of questions.
"Does the World Government condone swearing in front of youths?!"
"Are you going to pay for the hotdog stand?"
"How did you do that Spider-Man thing?!"
"Okay, I have really had it up to here with this. My niece is a goddamn crybaby so if you get her going-"
"Redgrave."
She knew that voice anywhere. That low, guttural growl that rumbled your core and made the hair on your neck stand up saluting. Amadeus Houseman, Senior Director of the World Government Special Forces. She turned, back straightening without her even realising.
"Sir, I err-" she trailed off, not really sure of what to say; you didn't in front of Houseman. She once saw him make a Gyarados cry.
"I'll take it from here, Redgrave, there's a chopper waiting for extraction."
He stepped past her and she only came up to his waist. He was that damn big, that huge, a musclebound brute and insanely smart. Houseman's face was lined with experience, his eyes sunken and perpetually angry. He surveyed the crowd of press workers who stared at him as they would a god.
"End of questions," his voice boomed. And they halted, some fell to their knees, some cried. And one by one they left in silence. Houseman turned back to his operative. "Time to leave, Redgrave. No more scenes."
"Yes sir," Jacqueline nodded, checking Katelyn to make sure she was okay. The girl was shivering, eyes scrunched up. It must all seem like a bad dream to her. Jacqueline frowned weakly; she'd always expected any kid of Zack's to be like a miniature version of him, personality-wise, or be a bit full of herself like Elizabeth. Christ, Katelyn must be spoiled rotten.
She shook her head, hand over Katelyn's and followed Houseman to extraction.
"By the way, I'm docking your pay."
"Goddamn it."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:52 am
"You're awake? Good."
Bill didn't have to open his eyes. Consciousness melted back to him, the images of a dream melting away to reveal a picture. A body far below him on a table, socketless eyes staring back at him. With a grotesque horror Bill realized he was staring at his own body.
He would have wretched then but he realized he couldn't move. He wasn't in his body. One look over it and he saw that the top of his skull had been removed neatly, skillfully. Placed on a tray nearby.
"Yes, yes, traumatic experience, on with it." It was the voice from before. He couldn't move his eyes much, just the balls, not the cords attached to his brain. Which was, by the way, suspended above his body.
He looked over and saw the man in a lab coat, mouth sliced at the cheeks up to his ears, open and bleeding and he looked ecstatic. A machine connected to one of his arms, pumping blood into his body. Blood he lost because of his mouth.
But why was it torn like that? Who the ******** was this man with the blood stained lab coat?
"I've upgraded your body a bit. Dampeners on it so you can take more hits. Your muscles and bones are lined with it now."
Why?
"Because the way I see it you'll eventually be fighting a Redgrave, I want to see if you can survive one hit with these babies."
You can understand me?
Redgraves?
What's going on?
"Yes, I can read your brain. Every thought, every memory, every bit of information. For example, there is your wife naked. In a memory. Now you're thinking about her naked and I can see it, every detail as you recall it. Damn, you really did catch a good one. Hey, don't get mad at me!"
The man laughed, a cackle that seemed more natural to him than dialogue. Bill realized, then, why his mouth had torn as the man laughed for ten solid straight minutes.
This was ******** insane.
"I have your brain here and it reads like a confession. So, basically, you have to be my experiment or I can use this to legally shut Team Plasma down," The Scientist explained.
Crap.
"Don't worry. The nanomachines I implanted into you will monitor everything, you don't have to worry about seeing me again. Otherwise consider this a gift."
Put me back.
"Hrm. In a moment, I'm hungry. Pinsir!"
A hooded figure came up, cloaked from head to toe with a vaguely Pinsir outline. In fact it matched up perfect except that it didn't have horns.
What the ******** sure freak out a lot. Pinsir, food please. I need it for my thoughts."
Pinsir pulled a string, one that The Scientist could have easily reached himself. And then a brain fell onto a tray next to The Scientist.
"Get it!? Brain food!" and he started laughing again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:08 am
((Oh, Bill. You're in Legends, what do you expect?
Hey, TK, good eye not letting yourself get taken away by The Scientist. Cause like, this probably would've happened to you. Or similar.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:21 am
"The idea is that you remember the feeling of it. Your brain does and so it sends commands to the nerves, recalling how something felt. This isn't something that you can do actively, mind you, but with some manipulation and, ahhh, there we go."
Bill was pissed. Enraged. Ten minutes ago he didn't think you COULD get this mad. Why was he mad? Well, The Scientist has used a machine to mess with his brain, to force him to recall a time he was, ahem, banging his wife like hardcore. The problem was he wasn't recalling how it felt, The Scientist was.
"Calm down, I'm only technically have sex with your wife." The Scientist had put it. Still, Bill could only scream in his head. Scream. That was it. He was angry, oh god he was angry. There, however, wasn't a thing he could do. This man was sick, a monster. He'd taken his brain from his body, suspended him in the air. Oh, how he wished he could be one of those lucky brains in a vat, be given the idea that this might not be real.
But it was. This was worse, a worse fate than one could imagine. But god, the man was so casual about it that Bill felt, deep down, that maybe The Scientist could do worse.
"Aaaah," The Scientist shuddered and grabbed a napkin. "Pinsir, feed Mary-Ann, please." The hornless Pinsir complied, still cloaked in its cloak. He moved and Bill followed with his eyes the best he could. The sight he saw next made him grateful he couldn't puke, because he would have done it all over the place.
A brain, like his own, attached to a nervous system and... There was simply no delicate way to put it. The reproductive pieces of a woman and in the womb was a fetus, clear as day, suspended. Growing. Open to experimentation.
That, Bill decided with a horror he never could have imagined before, is worse.
"No, Mary is just shy. So I only mostly sensory deprived her. She can still feel."
You're sick!
"No, the machine says I'm healthy," he said and he gestured to the machine that was actively replacing the blood he was actively losing from his face. By now he stood in a puddle of it.
Put me back!
"Fine," The Scientist said with a grin. "Please don't take my gift for granted too much."
The following hour was horrible. Why? Because The Scientist didn't use any anesthesia, didn't put Bill under. He felt there was some way it was possible, but he wasn't getting it. So it was horrifying and horrible. His arms and legs were strapped down and as soon as he could he thrashed wildly against his bindings. He wanted out, but he couldn't get it. It was too much.
Finally, a needle jabbed into his neck, and the world went dark.
***
"And he's been like this since we found him. Mumbling about suspended fetuses and vaginas and some guy banging his wife and blood everywhere and brains in vats," Chuck explained.
"I didn't think he'd lose the tournament," Gorm admitted. "I was sure he could get the egg while I focused on completing the plan."
"So what do we do with him?" Chuck asked.
"Give him time, see if he recovers."
"Wow," Leonarda said without the slightest hint of amazement. "I didn't think losing to a girl would do that much to his psyche. I guess you can never underestimate a man's pride."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 9:17 am
Salieri rose an eyebrow at the Ducklett. Robby was right, she didn't look very impressive as a physical fighter. However...
"Her wingspan is impressive for her size," Sal noted, pinching one of Roast's wing in between her index finger and thumb an lifting it up to examine like a doctor. "Hmm. With the right training, I think I have a technique for her that could be useful."
She stood up straight and planted a hand onto her hip. "Well, I'm all ready to go. Do you need to get anything to cook with, or should we just get started? I know a good spot for us to work with."
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"Well, that's just fine. Most people don't know what they want anyway," Moze said with a series of happy head nods. He smiled brightly and rose up his mug.
"It's a lot more fun to figure that out on your own! Cheers to not knowing! Zeraaaa~shasha!" he laughed before taking another swig of his drink.
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