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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:40 am
Alex was led straight to the sleeping stranger and now she was in a conundrum. "Hm. Morality says I should leave you alone but another part of me reaaaaally wants to kick you in the face." She doubted that the man was really asleep. The organ was a pretty loud instrument. "You're not asleep. Then again, you COULD be asleep, but with the noise we're making, that shouldn't be possible. Or should it?" I AM the kid that wakes up in the middle of the night when someone 5 feet away from me breathes too loudly. That was partly the reason why the Exterminant had her do missions alone: she was paranoid, a little crazy (but only just a little), and when drugged (like she usually was on missions) was just as strong as a fighting pokemon.
Definitely not someone to hang out with.
She was about to poke the man with a stick on the ground, but before she could do that, she heard a strange pop from behind her. Alex turned to find a strange man with a cool hat and the organ's playing change. Where's Lex--Oh there she is. She watched as the girl ran off the chair and got replaced with a mewtwo. A MEWTWO?! "Oh my God!!!" It was a mewtwo! It was in front of her playing on the organ (come to think of it, it was pretty good)!
She'd seen a picture of it once before by Reverand Beati. A lot of the Exterminant didn't know what to think of when it came to that pokemon. Some thought mewtwo was the equivalent of Jesus for the cult. Others thought that it was a demon sent to test their faith since it had been created by man. Jeez it won't be long till someone makes a pokemon from scratch. And good luck to that poor b*****d - the Exterminant would kill him/her for it.
Before she could move towards the newcomers, they left in a hurry. "Wh...wha....WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" They'd stared in her direction when they left. Did that mean they ran away because of her? No...they weren't staring at me. They were looking at this bush. At this guy. Lexi popped up beside her to stare at the stranger. She wondered what the younger teen thought of the sleeping man.
She picked up a stick from the ground and started poking him in the side with it. "Oi. Wake up." She wanted some answers damnit! She just saw MEWTWO for Christ's sake! And then it inexplicably ran away. Something about this man frighted the Hat Guy and mewtwo. She wanted to know what that was.
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Juno waited till they got out of the tunnel before giving an honest smile. "I have never been so happy to be outside." The fresh air was good and they were extremely close to Riverdale. Her mission was nearly halfway through.
She took the offered helmet with a smile. "Thanks!" Before putting it on she stared at the large river. Been too long since I've seen this river. She'd also had to swim across it last time. Damned Cliffshire...Fortunately she'd been snapped out of her melancholic daze due to Paul. "We're heading towards Riverdale. There's someone there that I need to find and in all likelihood knows I'm on my way." Vague, but not too vague. God, if you're listening, PLEASE don't let us run into anymore trouble.
"So are you staying with us or will you be heading on your way," she asked Willam. Honestly, she wanted some company that WASN'T Paul. Not that there was anything really wrong with Paul, but he could be a bit of a jerk. The two rubbed each other the wrong way and Juno wanted someone that she could somewhat loosen her guard around. But Willam never said whether he'd stick with them once they'd gotten out of the tunnels.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:56 pm
It was looking a bit more... rustic than he could recall, but was certainly in better shape than he'd expected. And- of course- there were the roses. For lack of an adequate description, they were simply eye-catching. Their vibrant color drew your attention, and it was difficult to look away, especially when they stood in contrast to the dead house.
Without even looking, he pulled a pokéball from his belt and unleashed Gloria. She walked a couple paces behind him as they approached.
First things first, then. Shonevsky knelt beside the pots, and carefully- wary of the thorns- pulled the roses from one pot to investigate the bottom.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 10:47 pm
((Gonna try to start staggering these again to make things easier on myself; post for everyone else coming tomorrow ^^ Everyone! Please warmly welcome lily564a as a veteran, Madelyne Cache *applause* Her profile is up on the first page, if you want to read it.))
Madelyn Cache crept along next to the entrance of the cave as stealthily as she knew how. She had seen a woman enter here - a large woman wearing a black leather jacket, and dragging a trashed motorcycle behind her as though it were her only worldly possession. Despite that, strapped to the hard woman's back had been a shotgun that had clearly seen its use. Upon closer inspection, this woman had appeared somewhat bloodied, as though she had been in a fight and travelled a long distance. She had disappeared into the mouth of the cave - a great, gaping hole in the clay cliff face that was angled slightly away from the city that sat ten miles away to the south - and hadn't come out for over two hours.
Two distinct pops sounded with less than a second between them, and a white card with golden gel pen lettering suddenly floated down and landed on Madelyn's hand. If she were to pick it up, it would read, "Save her."
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A heavy hand landed on Abe's back and a gruff voice said, "You coming or not, engineer?"
Behind him, Richard's eyes twinkled as usual, but his mouth was flat as opposed to its usual petrified smile. "We're getting your pet girl before Beati can kill her. We're leaving now. Me, you, and the medic. Come on. Bikes and a side car are ready for us." The big man let go and walked at an unhurried, but nonetheless fast pace towards the lab's exit door.
Before Abe could make a decision, Sigmund slipped into the room he and the King had occupied. Seeing the two of them, he smiled slightly. "I wondered when you'd finally have to leave us. We wouldn't have been nearly as productive without you." This was directed at the slowking, of course. To Abe, he said, "Mr. Renwald, my mother was not very interested in software when she was alive, but she was friends with a pair of researchers, the Drs. Howard, and of course through them, she was familiar with your side-project. We have been in recent contact with the two of them; they live in a small cottage outside Woodmount. If you would prefer finding them to recovering Elian, we do have others we can send to recover her. Just as an option." He smiled half-nervously, nodded his head, handed over a sheet of paper with more precise directions printed on it, and disappeared back into his private lab.
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Marcus Tryst, formerly an assassin of the Exterminant, stared in disbelief at what he had just seen. Three people popped up out of the ground in a puff of dust, riding a pair of motorcycles among them. One of those was really nice, actually...
No matter. He needed a ride back into town, and coming with a group was always better than arriving alone; even if groups were seen as threats, solitary people were seen as thieves and cut-throats. Holding both hands up and facing the trio, he fired his pistol once in the air and then tossed it to the ground as far from himself as he could.
Even as sincerely as he wanted a free ride and nothing more, Marcus did not cut a very trustworthy image. He was dressed as a bandito, broad-chested, and beady-eyed; his clothes were dust and torn; and his neck was red and raw from where Dr. Bogdan's boot had pressed on it while he was down.
That was a moment he would never forget: looking up into that old man's fiery eyes, assuming he was about to die, and then being told in a compassionate, almost caring voice, "Young man...this world has turned to hell. It doesn't need your help to get any worse. You tried to kill me and, worse, you tried to kill a child. There's no forgiving that. That is why I'm going to leave you here. This world will be more forgiving than I am, and that is not to say much. Make peace with yourself and the world, young man, because it will not make peace with you." And then, Bogdan had emptied his guns save for a single shot, patched his wounds with Marcus' own clothing, and taken Rikes and the pokémon away with him in his car.
Now, all he wanted to do was heal his pokémon. They were his prizes, his beautiful pets... he needed help for them, if any could be found.
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"Oh, I think I'll stick with you," Willam said. "My options are that or going back to being a street urchin." He shrugged with a cocky grin. "Besides, I can tell you need me. And it'll be more fun this way." At Marcus' shot, he let out a yelp and cringed, then made a terrible attempt to recover his machismo and looked over in the bandito's direction.
Willam swallowed. "I don't like him."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:41 pm
(Thanks for having me)
At first she didn't notice the card, it was light and had landed softly, but she shuffled her stance and it fell again. If there were fourteen things Maddy didn't like, inexplicably appearing index cards were probably seventeenth on the list, which is pretty darn high considering just how many things there are; Rottweilers, ugly babies, paper cuts, rottweilers, just to name a few. At first she stared at it, a stare filled with as much disgust and hatred as she could muster quietly, hoping it would be scared and disappear back off to where it had come. Alas, it was a brave piece of paper and did not so much as flinch. To be honest it wasn't much of a feat, Maddy had failed to scare children with the same face in the past.
Defeated, she snatched it off the ground and held it at eye level. If there were fourteen things Maddy didn't like, inexplicably appearing index cards with commands written on them were fifth. Mostly because she didn't like believing in God, she did, usually, but with all he'd done to the world he didn't deserve it. Curling up her arm she flung the card, spinning like a Frisbee it darted noiselessly over the bushes. With the card punished Maddy inched closer to the cave while pulling a towel wrapped shotgun off the side of her backpack on the ground next to her. Holding it pointed to the ground with the stock buried in her shoulder like she had seen in cop movies so many times as a child, she rounded the corner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:07 am
Paul's reaction to the gunshot was surprising and immediate.
Without specifically identifying the threat, he bent around, grabbed Juno before she had time to fully put on her helmet, and threw them both to the ground behind the motorcycle, letting her fall on top of him for her comfort. Once down, Paul got up to his knee. Going behind the motorcycle had been a gut-reaction thing - the cycle wouldn't likely block a bullet, but they had a better chance behind it than in front of it.
However, when he came up over the top of the vehicle to get a look, his rifle already on his shoulder, he discovered that the gunshot had actually been into the air, not simply poorly aimed, and that the gun was well away from the firer.
That didn't exclude another firearm.
"Willam, approach him and find out what he wants. I've got your back. He makes a shifty move, I'll pop him," Paul assured the boy, training his scope on the man's head.
"Juno, stay here with me. Specifically stay behind me." Paul didn't explain; the reason was not obvious, but it was deeply important. If a gunfight did start, Paul could absorb a round or two for the girl. Likely, going through both a motorcycle and a human would stop a bullet or divert it at the least, and that would be enough to keep Juno alive.
To keep the girl safe was the mission. Failure at any step was... well, failure, and Paul didn't know exactly what effect that would have.
"Oh, and uh... hand me my glasses, please," Paul added, not looking away but realizing what was missing. He wasn't reading, but best not to lose track of them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:03 pm
"Side project?"
Abraham looked down at the note. Others that were familiar with the data anomaly?
Curiosity hit him. How much did they know? What could they tell him? What, with their combined knowledge on the matter, could they find?
The prospect certainly seemed much more alluring than traveling with psychopath Richard again.
Abraham scratched his beard in thought. He didn't have much time if he was going back for Elian.
"King? What do you think?"
The King sat silent for a moment as Porygon2's eyes blinked to life. "Brebre!"
What I think doesn't matter, mah boi. I know you. You have already made up your mind.
Abraham smiled. "Of course. But I do find time for some common courtesies." He pocketed the note and limped back to Porygon2 and returned it to its pokeball.
"Come on before Richard leaves without us, the old fool."
The King laughed. Not as foolhardy as you, perhaps. Especially with that limp.
Abraham waved him off. "It's nothing."
They both turned and walked...and hobbled after Richard.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:30 pm
((Letting you guys know that for about a week I'll be updating very sporadically! Summer is ending, school is starting -- you know how it is. But I'll still try my best to be on when needed.))
Through his half-hooded eyelids, Gabrielle sees the strange man appear and do his neat trick with the walking radishes. He studies the man, and... he seems familiar to Gabrielle. Not the man himself, really, but the feeling he gets from the man.
Before he can analyze this sensation, someone else joins the choir. Gabrielle's eyes snap open. Besides this movement, he is perfectly still, and with everyone watching the show, no one notices his sudden, undivided focus. As he watches the creature play, the song beats into his head. (Baah ba-baa) More than that, it pounds the inside of his skull, like someone is using a jack-hammer to burrow out of his head from the inside. He is paralyzed. A thin moan escapes his mouth, inaudible above the music; his Adam's apple bobs up and down, and his eyes practically bulge from their sockets.
Then, the creature whips around and stares at Gabrielle. The movement is impossibly fast, the cords and veins sticking from the creature staying perfectly in sway with the rest of it. Its eyes lock with Gabrielle's.
In the same places the jackhammer had been a moment before, Gabrielle now hears a voice. It doesn't say anything -- nothing Gabrielle can comprehend, anyway -- but it is loud. So loud. Deafening, if it had been heard by ears. And Gabrielle passes out.
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A sharp pain. "Oi. Wake up." More sharp pain. His eyes still closed, Gabrielle's hand moves snake-like fast and grabs the stick. His eyes snap open again, and in a moment of perfect clarity, he looks the girl standing above him in the eyes. The sun is behind her, and he cannot make out her features, yet somehow his strange eyes exactly find hers.
"Please, don't do that."
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:09 pm
Now if there was something to be said about Juno, it was that she was a fast adapter. With all the chaos going on it was amazing how she hadn't lost her sanity. But if a gun were to go off and she was then flying through the air via Paul's arm, she felt that people would forgive her for her surprised reaction. "SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!"
Gun was fired. I'm now behind the motorcycle. She whipped out her gun and looked over the motorcycle to see who was there (she was now very thankful for the helmet). One person. Gun on ground. Why'd he do that? Attention? If so, for what? Ambush? Possibility. More weapons? Unknown.
Juno had gone through quite a bit in only a few days. She'd fought a dinosaur. There'd been multiple attempts at killing her. She'd been chased down, sliced up, possibly drugged, slightly burned, fallen through a crater, and met a cult. She'd seen people killed in front of her. She'd had to kill pokemon. All the adults she'd met either wanted to kill her or use her for their own agendas. Juno had become extremely paranoid and refused to let her guard down for even a split second.
She'd heard Paul's orders and wordlessly passed him his glasses. She then returned to her previous position of pointing a gun at the stranger. "I'll get behind you when shots are fired, if not a second before. Till then, I'll help protect Willam with you. I DO know how to shoot a gun." Mostly. Naya would kill her if the black woman ever found out, but Juno had once held a rifle and shot it a few times. She hadn't gotten straight bull's-eyes, but close enough. A handgun shouldn't be much harder to handle, right?
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Alex had let go of the stick the moment Gabrielle grabbed it. "Oh good you're awake." She stared at him. He seemed quite strange; whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen. Friend or foe? "Now that you're awake, you can answer some questions. Like this one: who are you? And here's another: why are you sleeping here?"
She started to scratch her arms. This isn't good. Lexi is here and I don't want her to get hurt or even kidnapped by this guy if he's a bad guy 'cause I don't want to make any bad choices and what happened to Gerard? "Hey Lexi," she tilted her head towards the younger girl without taking her eyes off Gabrielle, "would you please go find Gerard? Don't want him to get lost, you know." That's a good idea...get her out of here and out of harms way if this guy is a bad guy but then I'd be left all alone and I'm pathetic at fighting if I'm not on drugs but at least Lexi and Gerard will be safe 'cause they're important and I'm not but I'm scared and I don't want to die if this guy is a bad guy and and and---
Stop. Deep breath. She stopped scratching her arms. If she'd done it any longer, her arms would have started to bleed. I can't be scared. I need to be calm. Everything will be okay. Probably. I wish I had a hit right now. Everything felt so much better after she had a hit of Exterminant drugs...but those were bad and she knew she wasn't supposed to have them. I am a recovering drug addict. Recovering. I cannot let myself fall into temptation.
But this wasn't the time to think about urges or fear. She had to focus on the stranger in front of her, and that was exactly what she would do. Starting now (even though she'd been staring at Gabrielle this entire time making sure not to miss a single twitch).
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:37 pm
((Hey Isa, where's your character bio? I can't find it and I'm tryna figure out what Alex looks like!))
Gabrielle swings his upper-body up and crosses his legs Indian style. He tilts his to the side and up and presents the girl a glance, his mouth scrunched to the side and lips slightly pursed in an expression of thoughtfulness. Then he barks a laugh.
"Me?" His voice is lilting, almost musical; the timbre indistinct and forgettable. Like elevator music. "Name's Santa! Gabrielle Santa." He giggles. "Just like Christmas, yep. I even give out presents! Here." He giggles and holds out a fist to Alex, then unfolds it, palm up. Resting in his callused hand is a Pokeball in its minimized state -- her Pokeball, the same one Gabrielle had seen her use just a few minutes before on the brown fuzz ball.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:31 pm
((Hey, Cinders! Dropping in to tell you I've been eaten by band camp for this week; that's why there's been no sign of those promised updates. Should be over come the end of this week. If God turns his countenance upon me and smiles a beatific smile, I may even have a small update or two during the week. Also: once all current actions are finished, there will be a time-skip ;D.
And to answer your question to Isa, Rhm, Isa-sama is playing a temp character in addition to her young-un; those appear on p. 2 of the RP, and I will one day post their full profiles.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 9:45 pm
"Just stay behind me," Paul grunted. "Fire over my shoulder. I'd prefer to take the round, I got the flak jacket." Plus Paul could probably handle more lead entering his body than a teenager. He did not want to get shot, certainly. But that wasn't important. Had to keep that out of his head. God, he did not want to take another round.
"Willam, go," Paul encouraged. the entire time keeping the crosshair of his scope dancing on the new man's face. Time for Willam to prove whether or not he would be useful.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 8:38 pm
Alex snatched up the pokeball. She then stared at the sphere in her hand. Then back at him. Then back at the ball. Then back at him. "That's...that's not possible. Like, 'Science Does Not Work That Way' not possible."
She turned the pokeball in her hand in every direction. The more she was certain that it was in fact HER POKEBALL the twitchier she got. "You can't have done that. You literally can't have done that. You were asleep earlier so you can't have done it then. You couldn't have snuck up on me while my back was turned when mewtwo and Hat Man came by earlier - I happen to be a wee bit paranoid." Well more than a bit. I'm like a paranoid schitzophrenic minus the voices in the head. She couldn't really lie to herself about her flaws. "And you can't have done it just now. Your arm is not longer than mine plus the stick I'm holding. And I've been staring at you this entire time - you were no where near me. You CANNOT have stolen my pokeball that was hidden within my jacket." It had been hidden in an inside pocket for goodness sake!
She released the pokemon. Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe he just gave her a free pokemon. Because the pokeball in her hand COULD NOT HAVE BEEN her pokeball (it was just a really good replica). A sentret was released: it had been Giddy in that pokeball. "...what?"
She paled. Her hair, which had been a tangled mess before, seemed to get frizzier the more panicked Alex got. "That's not possible. You can't do that! You...you can't! You can't just--" What just happened?! HE STOLE GIDDY. HE ******** STOLE-- Her mind blanked. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to grasp the fact that the man just stole Giddy.
And there had been nothing she could do about it.
The sentret realized that his owner was going through a mental breakdown and climbed up her body to give as much support as he could. He wrapped his tail around her neck lightly as he rested on her shoulders.
A few minutes passed. "Okay. Okay. I'm fine. I'm alright. I'm cool. We're good." And indeed she looked sane again. Though had anyone been looking closely, they might have seen the tiniest twitch in her eye. "How'd you do steal my pokeball?"
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Juno wanted to nod, but realized he wouldn't be able to see her head movement. "Got it." 'Kay God. Wanna explain why me? It had only been a few hours ago that she'd been running away from Paul. Now she was staying with him and working together with him. Ohhhh but we're in for a LONG talk after this.
She wanted to give Willam a comforting smile. After all, he was going to be facing that stranger. At least he's got weapons. He's also got Paul and me as back up. However, if she wanted to be useful, then she had to keep her eye on the target. Screw that. Paul could handle the guy for a couple of minutes of staring on his own.
She looked at the teenage boy with a light smile. "We've got your back. He'll be lying on the ground before he can even make a threatening move on you. I can promise you that."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 11:01 am
[[Hi guys, I'm still around]]
Lexi took an involuntary step back as the man on the ground suddenly reached up and grabbed the stick Alex was prodding him with at a high enough speed that Lexi wouldn’t have been surprised if an attack followed. But nothing else happened. The strange man was simply and understandably annoyed at being poked. And he was strange. She took another look at the black spot on her screen as Phoenix settled on her shoulder. It made no sense that an ordinary human would create that sort of a response. She wasn’t even convinced a pokemon could do that. It took her a second to decide, but she slowly shook her head when Alex asked her to go find Gerard, though she did send Phoenix to find the other boy and released Rex. Gerard seemed like he could handle himself and was still a bright dot on her screen, and Alex, on the other hand, was looking nervous again, and was hidden by the dark blotch. To her mild interest, Rex looked nothing like the odd man to her computer, showing up as a bright spot just like Phoenix, she had thought so but... So this program just doesn’t deal with nether at all, and I end up seeing Rex for his fire-type side…but if that black hole isn’t nether, what is it? Not understanding what was causing the dark spot around the man meant not knowing what the man could do, and after today, she wasn’t discounting any of the things that would ordinarily sound very near impossible. Ether was so linked to the mind…Lexi did not want to have to deal with the possible consequences of an interaction with the mysterious black hole. She was staying out of it, and definitely was keeping an eye on anyone close to it.
Lexi was considerably less surprised that this Gabrielle Santa was able to teleport Giddy’s pokeball away from Alex. “No, it’s possible, just extremely improbable...” She grumbled in response to Alex’s statement about there being scientific laws against what just happened. These teleporting people were driving her nuts. As much as she wanted to be one of them, they hadn’t been particularly bright with their use of it. She still hadn’t quite forgiven Terrian and Beati for almost causing her to crash. When Alex started freaking out, Rex walked over and bumped her with his head, whining. Kyra just tilted her head, giving Gabrielle a curious look.”Dude, did you really have to freak her out like that? As cool as that was, touching other people’s stuff usually isn’t a good thing to do.” It was almost an afterthought though, she was still thinking about the black hole. She nodded when Alex calmed down and asked how Gabrielle did it, she definitely wanted to know too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:18 pm
((Sorry this took so long, jazzers; band camp drains the life out of you, lol. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if I missed anyone. Oh, and the two most player-populated groups: you're in line for a time-skip, so get anything you need done in the places you're in done now, plz kthxbye))
Willam looked shiftily at Paul, knowing exactly why he was being sent; it was something he was accustomed to. He was the type of person who was either told to sit in the corner or be bait. Luckily, when he sat in the corner he had time to scheme, and when he was bait he could wriggle and dance. So he hesitated, drew breath threw his teeth, and went.
"Hey, dude. What do you want?" The boy was not as happy as he would normally have been because he got a strange vibe from Marcus, but this was the kind of person he liked to toy with. Bigger than he, stronger than he, but slower than he. "We've just been screw- uh- sketched up hell and... to hell and back by a crazy broad and her band of idiots; tell us why the, ah, chump with the gun shouldn't kill you."
Marcus blinked and continued holding his arms up while McFadden retrieved his gun. "All I want is a ride into town, I swear. I haven't had the best day, either. Here." He slowly took off his jacket, which clearly had his pokéballs strapped to it, and held it out in front of him. Willam took it cautiously. "All of my pokémon are badly injured. I was... beaten by an old man and a little kid."
Willam smirked. "Pathetic, dude." He looked over his shoulder and waved at the other two, then called, "He's cool; no weapons, no pokémon, and no skills. Apparently got roughed up by a geezer and a kid." Marcus' face darkened with shame and a little anger, but he put his hands back up in the air, palms out, and remained immobile. He didn't need anything else bad that day.
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Once in the cave, Maddy found what one would normally expect in a cave: lots of rocks, and darkness. A bit of light flickered to her right, and scratching could be heard deeper in the passageways, which were roughly large enough for the average automobile to roll carefully down. The noise was that of metal on stone, and a grunt could be heard in time with it, as though someone were dragging something heavy.
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As Alex attempted to regain her sanity, something clicked in her head: she had in fact seen movement from Gabrielle. It had been fast; nearly impossibly fast, especially for a human being. But it had been there. It seemed almost as though he had been a record that skipped, just before he presented her with the pokéball.
The oddish were still ambling about, not really being very bright or irritable creatures. And then, softly, gently, and soothingly, Dr. Terrian's voice could be heard by all those except Gabrielle. Lexi's display brightened considerably, in the fuzzy, dual shapes of a human and a mewtwo, in front of her, indicating they were strong, but far away. "I do apologize, as sincerely as I can, for the erraticism of my entrance and exit, and especially for the strangeness of this new addition. He is a weapon of the Exterminant. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I sincerely believe that. He is a disloyal and unpredictable weapon, in addition to being a somewhat weakened one at the moment, but a weapon nonetheless. Do not trust him. Oh, and head back to Glenville; the doctors are waiting for you." The last words were accompanied by a general feeling of amiability, and then the shapes on Lexi's computer faded out yet again.
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"I think your pink friend will have to go in a pokéball; can't spare a bike for pokémon, no matter how useful," a faceless, but clearly in-charge member of the Protectors, the civilian all-purpose force of Glenville. His green, tarnished badge marked him as a colonel of sorts, besides that Benji and one other rider were deferring to him. The group - two plus Benji, Richard, and Abe - were quickly mounted and made their way out of Glenville and towards the indicated spot on the map, occasionally checking in with the Oaks.
Upon arrival, they found Elian Joss, the Oracle, unconscious in the road and lying next to her equally exhausted espeon, Aislin. The blackened, shriveled husk of a kadabra was nearby. Richard'd face tightened upon seeing the pokémon's remains. He was not sure he wanted to know why Solomon had been able to move about.
Benji immediately strode to Elian and checked her vital signs; she was alive, and in a revivable state. When his ledian attempted to investigate Solomon's corpse, the entire thing cracked and turned to ash at his touch. Finally, the two checked over Aislin and found her to be in a similar state to her mistress.
Richard, the leader, and the nameless underling kept out a searching eye for approaching threats, but made no signal. Benji called over Abe. "Help me load her into a sidecar." His face was tense. "She's not physically injured, but we should be gentle with her until she's in a safer place."
"Put the espeon with her," Richard said without turning from his watch. "Don't recall it." There was a tone of command in his voice that could not be ignored.
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As Ulysses touched the plant, a strange and comforting warmth drifted its way through him, soothing some of his aches, relaxing tensions he had not previously been aware of, and generally soothing his body and mind. Almost immediately after he removed it, all the blooms on the porch save two on the plant he touched withered and faded. A plain envelope lay on the bottom of the pot.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:59 pm
At the first crank of metal against stone she dropped to a crouch with the toweled shotgun level to the ground and one shoulder pressed against the wall, then stillness. The sound came a few more times with nothing else so Maddy relaxed just slightly. With her off hand she reached behind and tapped at the bottom of her pack a few times, eventually hitting a hard spot. With a little more force the spot pushed and the contents of her pack shuffled quietly to fit the expanded pokeball, then again as it cracked open just slightly, and again as the ditto inside slithered out between the varied junk. Smiffy slithered to the top, out through the cinch and it's cover flap, finally onto Maddy's head.
The purple mass shivered and stretched before forming it's mask of a face "Dit?" it began to say in a not at all stealthy voice, but it was cut off by Maddy's hand smooshing into it "Shush, no it's not time for breakfast, does this look like a place to have breakfast? Ok well yes maybe it does but No! Crawl up the wall, along the ceiling, be quite about it, be the rock. I'll follow, signal me if you see anything funky" She balled up her hand on the ditto and pulled it off her head, placing it on the wall.
Smiffy did as instructed, transforming into a dirt brown, clay like material while Maddy darted to the other side of the cave, it faced more away from the sun so it was a bit darker. A ways down the cafe Maddy looked up at Smiffy "If there's zombies down there you're on your own." The ditto whimpered jokingly.
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