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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 4:38 pm
"I was an undercover league official at the Camphoreon outpost," he answered bluntly. He was, after all, supposed to answer questions directly. That was part of what the chip was meant to do, thus he answered things easily and without a second thought. No matter what the topic tended to be.
Lance's mopping only paused when a hand landed on his shoulder, and he glanced back at Shadow with one golden eye. "I have a brain implant that controls my mental capabilities."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:34 pm
The young grunt blinked, dumbfounded. "Undercover league official...? What kind?" Shadow knew next to nothing about a Camphoreon outpost, but this guy had been here longer than he had. It seemed he'd hit the right topic, because suddenly there were all these straight-forward answers.
And there it was. Suddenly it was all clear. Brain implant, mental control - why didn't he see it before? Team Rocket certainly had the technology. Why, maybe...did he have a brain implant too? He didn't feel weird or act like Lance, but...he still couldn't remember anything beyond October besides his training. What the hell was happening?! What had happened?
Shadow's hand dropped from Lance's shoulder as an overwhelming sense of Déjà vu overcame him. He stared, unseeing, at the cafeteria wall. Flashes of images unfamiliar - presumably past memories - came to the forefront of his mind, but none of them focused. It was all a blur, and try as he might, he couldn't recover them. Possible tampering of a pokemon - or a microchip. Who knew?
All Shadow knew then was that Team Rocket wasn't all he'd thought it was. he felt betrayed and angry at the same time by the people he'd thought of as friends. How many of them were in on this? How many knew what kind of inhumane things were being done? Naturally they were an organization of criminals, but this was monstrous. It was close to playing god - almost like Deimos had done.
Finishing up in a stupor, Shadow replaced the mop in the bucket and glanced at Lance. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'll see you around. Lance," he added, the name popping into his head, unbidden. "Don't let them bring you down." The grunt headed out of the cafeteria, his appetite lost.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:01 pm
"Champion of the Indigo League," he said matter-of-factly to Shadow's question.
There was then silence as Shadow mused to himself and struggled with his own morals. Lance didn't really have that luxury anymore.
The man didn't so much as bat an eye as Shadow put the mop back in the bucket. There was silence at his parting words, but Lance did turn his head to watch as the grunt took his leave. Being left unsupervised, Lance straightened up and frowned.
"I don't plan on it."
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