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 Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 12:25 pm
"Is that a master ball, son?"
"... yes, ma'am."
"... got somethin' bad in it, don't ya? Or is it good? You're an interestin' one, child... gonna make somethin' of yourself in Zatao, huh?"
"I certainly intend to try."
Sube's mind wandered as he stared off the side of the ship, watching the waves roll along the side of the vessel. He could see land nearby; soon, they would reach the new land... the land of Zatao. Uncivilized, unclaimed... new, fresh, barely touched at all. The opportunity for a new beginning, a new start for humans, something else for them to take over and ruin ...
And the opportunity for him to begin reaching for his dream.
The young man's mind settled on that old woman... the one who'd seemed to seek him out, to stare him over and gaze into his very soul. Creepy, wasn't it? The way some folks could do that... particularly older ones. He wondered absently if she wasn't a pokemon in disguise herself; while it made him laugh, it wasn't entirely dismissable. There was something off about her, something that gave him chills...
Maybe it was just his imagination. Too many nights with Perago haunting his dreams and whispering unintelligible things in his ear. Absently, he let his hand drop, trailing over the smooth ball at his side. He didn't have to look to know the colour, nor the creature it contained. Already Sube memorized every feature, every little detail that he could notice about his companion...
Not his pet. Not his belonging. His companion. Perago was a friend ... and more. He was a guide. He was ... something that Sube wasn't certain of, but the young man was grateful.
Not only would Perago accompany him, but he would be quite useful in his goal.
With a smirk, Himura turned from the rail of the ship, gazing lightly over the other passengers. Many of them were young, inexperienced and excitable; they were trainers, people who wanted to catch and battle pokemon. So many pokeballs, even a few fights here and there... It didn't bother him so much, of course. Many pokemon had a desire to fight. A need, even, and the desire to please one's trainer could be quite overwhelming, or so he'd come to understand.
But not him. No, he wouldn't play with these kids, though he certainly kept an eye on them. Perhaps some of them would help him in his goal, someday...
Sube tilted his head, lips curling up more as he glanced at the band around his arm. Yes, some of them would have to help, wouldn't they? Some would have to share his idea. It was inevitable.
But for now, there was the issue of finding a place to stay for the night; the ship was pulling into harbor, and soon there would be a rush of people, young and the few old, scampering to find a place to bed down for the night.
"Come on, Perago," he murmured softly, stroking the capsule at his side. "Let's find a place to rest... Tomorrow is the dawn of Exalt."
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:58 pm
"They're so... blind, aren't they?"
" ... "
"They don't even realise what they're doing... They expand, they build, they collect and train and ... so many of them abuse. This place is so fresh, so pure, yet they'll do it here as well, won't they? They'll destroy it all... they'll expand until one day the whole world is..."
" ... "
The blonde let out a soft sigh, stretching back a bit; the surface he rested on accommodated, with Perago leaning back and adjusting his arms to allow his trainer to rest more comfortably. Being larger than himself, Perago made a perfect resting place... and the pokémon seemed more than happy to hold his companion as they floated silently above the fledgling town.
Perhaps some might view it as a little hypocritical... but it was truly Perago who offered, scooping his "owner" up and sheltering him comfortably when the pair were looking for a place to rest. The Poké-Center wasn't particularly desirable, because the trainers arriving always wanted to see what was in the tell-tale Master Ball, and Perago wasn't the friendliest to people that Sube didn't know, yet there were no other places, no hotels and no inns available just yet.
'Soon,' they all promised. 'Soon! But soon was not now...
So the large creature took it upon himself, and there they hovered, far above the town, Sube lazily staring down at the flickering lights as his sole pokémon held him comfortably. Sometimes he wondered... Did Perago need to sleep? He was a creature of dreams... did such a thing sleep?
It didn't seem like it, since he hovered there all night, unmoving except to adjust to Sube's movements. Funny... if he wanted to drop him, there was no way the young man could survive. But the thought didn't once enter into the blonde's head; many others did, but not that most-important one.
"It's okay..." he murmured drowsily, shifting to curl his arm over Perago's and snuggling comfortably into the grip, eyes closing halfway. "We'll make them see... somehow..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:47 pm
'That was far too easy, Master.'
"I know, Perago."
Sube sighed, brows lifting unhappily as he closed his eyes and shook his head a bit; his arms crossed over his chest, and he leaned against the wall of a small alleyway between two half-constructed buildings. He should have supposed it would happen, sooner or later. After all, someone didn't get by carrying a master ball without attracting some attention. And then that stupid trainer had to go and challenge him and that group wouldn't go away until he gave in and...
'Are you displeased?'
"Huh?" Sube tilted his head up curiously, staring at the bright eyes of his sole companion. It unnerved him, in a way; the creature's body was almost as tall as he, but when Perago extended those... he couldn't even call them legs, they were more stilts, he made Sube feel very short indeed. And why? Why did he want to float sometimes, and stand on those little sticks others? And how could he do it at all?
There were many questions unanswered about Perago, he supposed.
'Are you displeased? That Kadabra...'
"No, no, it wasn't your fault." Sube sighed a little, reaching out to pet at the soft feel of the pokemon's ... lower half? Whatever that could be considered. Obediently, the creature lowered himself from his stilt-like legs, allowing them to dissolve as he settled at a height more comfortable for his companion. The blonde smiled and leaned forward, hugging the Darkrai affectionately.
"He didn't know, and I didn't know. Just bad luck for the Kadabra. I'm sure the Center will fix it up just fine."
'That's good, Master...'
"Of course, Perago. C'mon, though. We've gotta get something to eat and everyone's going to keep staring... I'll let you out of the ball as soon as I get some supplies and we camp outside of town, alright?"
'If that's what you wish, Master.'
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:01 pm
The light was beautiful in this new land, wasn't it? Not clouded over by the haze from cities or the swarms of trainers on their pokémon, but fresh, serene and gorgeous. This was what they wanted to destroy. This is what they wanted to take over and ruin! They would expand, they would take over everything, and this place would be just the same as all the rest. He couldn't have that. He wouldn't have that.
The blonde trainer pulled his knees up to his chest, slumping over from where he'd been leaning against one of the lone trees off the edge of the grassy field he'd found Ten wandering through. The blades danced slowly, waves of emerald touched with bloody highlights as the soft breeze and the evening light played at them. He could hear the soft noises of the wilderness, the creatures not yet taught to fear man; for the moment, he was part of this wild, just another being in this pristine land. It would not be so bad if some were allowed to spread across the continent, but the mistakes of the past could not be repeated. The thought left him stroking at the armband he'd fashioned, his personal logo shining out from the royal purple cloth; he didn't want to destroy humanity, no. He only wanted to end the... viral infection they were imposing on nature.
The Rockets would be first. He vowed that much. They were the worst mankind had to offer. At least the others tended to be unaware of the damage they were doing... but those bastards did it on purpose. They harmed, they hurt, they used and abused and raked over the land and its creatures as though it were nothing. Everything was a tool to them. Everything was a means to an end, no matter how selfish, no matter...
Sube took a breath, shakily; he found his hand gripped around the grass at his side, ripping it to shreds. Slowly, he released it, trying to calm himself. He'd only been here - what, three days? Only recently arrived in Zatao, and already he was allowing himself to get so worked up, to...
A soft noise caught his attention, and his head snapped up, eyes scanning the open field before squinting into the trees at the edge; there was movement, almost always some kind of movement, but this drew his attention. It was... unnatural, in a way. Not the kind of motion the native wildlife would make.
The loud shrieking that followed drew his attention more than anything else.
With a grunt, the trainer shoved himself up from his position, grabbing his ever-present bag and darting toward the source of the sound; a gust of wind heralded his approach, giving him a sense of relief as the sudden burst hid the noise of his creeping closer to catch a glimpse of what caused the awful racket. Of course, if it'd only been a pokémon like noise he might not have paid attention at all, leaving nature to its course, but there was something... wrong about it.
Something human.
Just as he'd thought, there was the shape of a human just inside the woods, and as Sube's eyes adjusted, he could see it was one that he couldn't stand. The familiar black suit and red flash of the large "R" was enough to tell him what this person was, and that was more than enough for the Exalt founder to grit his teeth and shove through a patch of underbrush and brambles to stop whatever was happening.
To be honest, he didn't care. He didn't even see where the pokémon was, though he could still hear it screaming. That in itself was enough, wasn't it? The Rocket was here, and he was hurting something.
With a fury not entirely befitting such a normally caring person, Sube quickly grabbed the sole inhabited pokéball he owned and hurled it at full force towards the grunt; his aim was true, and the man fell before Perago ever emerged from the Master Ball.
Weaklings, the lot of them. Foolish, selfish, cruel braggarts.
'It does not appear as though you need my assistance, Master.'
Gold eyes lifted to the legendary creature's cyan, and a wry, if saddened, sort of smile tugged at his lips as Sube shook his head. "That isn't true... I have a task for you." His expression hardened, and he grit his teeth as he kicked dirt over the unconscious Rocket before bending to retrieve the darkrai's ball, finding it difficult to keep from kicking the Rocket himself as he did so.
"I want you to make sure he never wants to sleep again. Show him true horror."
'As you wish, Master.'
The Exalt turned from the scene after giving his command, leaving Perago to his work; he needed to find the source of those cries. They were beginning to die down now, melting into low, frightened noises, which was worrysome.
Thankfully, it wasn't difficult to locate the creature, though he could see why he hadn't sighted it to begin with; the poor thing was terrified, huddled inside of a pair of giant tree roots and struggling not to be seen, though it seemed to be having difficulty.
The creature was a pidgey, though not one like any Sube had ever seen before. Perhaps it was a native variation, or perhaps it was one of the Rockets' inhumane experiments. Either way, it was strange; the beak and feet were black, or perhaps more appropriately a dark sort of grey, the same as the stripe over its eyes. Its tail was ringed with the same colour bands, as were the crests over its eyes. Perhaps the most stunning thing, at least to Sube, however, were its eyes; they were the same, bright gold as his own, something he'd never seen in one of the bird pokémon.
Of course, he only had so long to take in its appearance; soon he realised it was screeching again, responding to his being so close. Whatever happened to this poor creature obviously taught it to fear humans, and that thought only made the the blonde hate the unconscious man nearby even more. He would not regret his command to Perago. Not in the least.
"Shh... I'm not here to hurt you," he murmured softly, lowering to his knees and extending his hands towards the bird, palms turned up. Immediately it screamed, kicking at him with its talons before flipping back upright and pecking at him viciously; he winced, biting his tongue and holding in the outcry as the attacks pierced through his flesh, leaving him with nice scrapes and a new hole in his hand. It was alright though; he had to show it that he meant no harm, didn't he?
As expected, even though the pidgey tried to huddle closer against the hollow between the tree roots, it did seem rather confused when no retaliation was garnered. Sube offered a small, pained smile, making sure to keep his voice soft and low, though it did shake somewhat with the ache.
"See? I just wanna help... You're probably hurt. I can help. You don't have to stay with me, I just wanna help."
Still, there was no true positive response, though the bird stopped shrieking, at least; it still shivered, gold eyes looking into the human's matching pair as the two simply watched each other, waiting for one of them to break. Until the pokémon's attention was drawn elsewhere, eyes lifting to focus on something over Sube's head. The human lifted his own gaze, sighting the familiar form of Perago over him.
"Piiii... piiiiiiyyyiii..." The pidgey's cry was softer this time, almost plaintive. It lifted its wings and ruffled lightly, swaying on its feet. "Piii pipiyee..."
'She wishes for me to protect her. She is very afraid of you, Master. She does not understand why you have not harmed you. She does not trust you.'
"She, huh?" Sube smiled slightly, then shifted his gaze back to the pidgey, hands still extended. "Tell her what you wish. I only want to help."
Perago's silence followed, joined by occasional coos and squawks from the pokemon. The whole time, the trainer did not move, though his arms began to tire from the position; his resolve was firm. He was not like those disgusting creeps. He would wait and see what the pokémon herself wanted. To one who'd been abused by the worst of Teams, it was only fair.
'Give me a ball, Master.'
"Perago?"
'Please, Master.'
With a hesitant nod, the blonde trainer shuffled away from the pidgey, so as not to scare her. Soon his attention was turned to his bag, digging through supplies until he came across an empty pokéball, which he handed curiously to his companion, who lowered himself to the same level as his trainer, hovering just over the ground. What transpired was... certainly one of the stranger things Sube could remember seeing.
Perago extended the ball towards the pidgey, eyes glowing brightly as he did; in turn, she cooed, rustling her wings and cocking her head to the side. She pecked it, curiously, then stared up at the dark pokémon questioningly. A few silent moments passed, then she fluffed her feathers and pecked at the ball again, more demandingly, and this time, it didn't simply wobble in the darkrai's hand. Instead, she was flooded in a bright vermillion coating, then was gone, tucked neatly away inside the capsule.
'She is Volare. She still does not trust humans, but she has agreed to allow you to heal her. I believe she will remain with us, Master, once she sees that humans are not all like Rockets.'
"...thank you," came the grateful murmur as Sube carefully tucked away the ball, lifting himself and brushing the dirt from his pants. How amusing. His first "caught" pokémon was more or less stolen from a Rocket and persuaded by Perago. Not to mention she wasn't really caught at all; she was coming along on her own.
Somehow, he liked that, even if it did land him with a hole in his hand. Oh well. It would heal.
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