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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 7:48 pm
A girls short black hair bounced as she skipped down the halls. The halls were quiet and dark, both things she disliked. She began to hum to herself, but quickly stopped. To her left she saw shiny buttons. She walked over to them and poked the green button. Nothing had happened, so she began to skip along once again.
“Damn it... where could that little monster be...” A 17-year-old boy growled as he stalked through the halls looking from side to side. His scruffy brown hair that contrasted his soft green eyes. He ran his hand through his hair and caught a person by the arm, “Hey, have you seen a girl about this tall. Short black hair, brown eyes, and extremely bubbly attitude?”
The man shook his head, “Sorry, haven't seen any little girls around here. Wish I could help, Cain.” The teenager just nodded his head and kept walking. Cain threw his hand up and sighed, “When I get my hands on that little girl...”
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 7:47 pm
((*possess Shawn a moment* OMG, I'm SORRY! crying I didn't mean to make this post so long! You can skip over whatever you want. Explaination provided in OOC parenthesis at the bottom. Thanks! *allows Shadow to possess Shawn for now*))
((Alright...from now on, any post I post in this guild as Shadow will be in purple instead of indigo, which I have been using all this time. This is to avoid confusion with Cain's, Shamaki's, and any other indigo text, as well as Shadow's past posts because it's been a long time since I've rped him and I fear the one in my head is no longer the same Shadow I remember due to much Shawn Darrow & Future Morph rping. XD So if any of this isn't consistant with my old Shadow, please forgive all the purple text! I'll make a note of it and fix it in future posts. He seemed more purple than indigo anyway...
Note to self: Also, I planned on switching Shawn's text from indigo to purple once his mind converts more to Shadow anyway, so neh. Shadow's more indigo than purple now that I think of it. *pokes sig chibi image*))
Scarlet eyes opened. They blinked - slowly, uncertainly, as one might if they were unused to the dark. However, in this case it was not the dark they were adjusting to, but the dim light of a single corridor. Only a moment ago it had been just as lost in the shadow as the rest of that part of the building.
As the Haunter-morph had turned the corner, though, the seldom-used low-tech bulbs flickered on. He paused, drifting backward to retrace his path, not even bothering to hide the fact that his dark jeans just barely rushed the ground.
"What the...?" He raised a brow and stared at the empty hallway. It seemed to be a dead end, leading to a single cell door. Such isolated cells were reserved for particularly difficult guests; more often than not psychic types. Occasionally legendary or rare morphs. Shaking his head, however, Shadow only paused to stare at it a moment longer before turning away. "Someone must have been messing with the buttons from the old generator again...they really need to convert their energy source...otherwise they're going to have a breech in their lower-tech security..."
The room was located in a more remote part of the pokemorph section of the Rocket Base. Shadow merely continued past that area when he was patrolling. It was too old in strength of foundation and technology to accommodate most of the morphs that were created these days. A psychic type would have no trouble escaping such a prison now. Besides - that particular cell hadn't been occupied since he'd noticed it during his hall monitoring. At least not to his knowledge.
Urging himself to focus on his task, Shadow hurried on his way, knowing full well the consequences he would receive if his superiors knew of his tardiness. And here within this dishonest organization, the only persons considered lower in position than Shadow, the hall monitor, were those captive pokemorphs themselves. Those that the Haunter-morph guarded day and night. He found it growing increasingly difficult to find differences between their situation and his own.
"Mew?" A timid voice spoke out as soon as the shadowy presence had faded from the lit hallway. The hallway now appeared to be empty. With a radiant expression of joy, a bright blue figure twisted the doorknob of the small room. Thanks to her unwavering curiosity and lack of common sense, she had somehow managed to trap herself in it through a back window as she had been outside in the wilderness of the island weeks prior to her capture. As a result, no one in the base yet knew of the little prisoner, but she was a prisoner nonetheless. She seemed to have unwittingly gotten herself caught in a lower-tech pokemorph trap and thus been imprisoned in the lower-tech cell. She had remained there for nearly a month; her sanity was almost lost to her. The girl hardly remembered her own name.
Had she been a true psychic type, she could have freed herself long ago. Unfortunately, this was not the case, though the child seemed to know no difference. The wavelengths that had been originally produced to inhibit the psychic-type pokemorph mind were weak after so many years, but it still functioned well enough to scramble the girl's brain. Tymiko, her more rational, sane, mature state of mind having subsided during her weeks of confinement in the psychic-type unit, had converted instead to her childish personality.
Even her method of communication had reduced to the most simplistic language she knew of - thoughts. Telepathy. She may not have been psychic, but telepathy was something she had learned through her encounters with other races on different worlds and time periods. Telepathy originating from the universal language of dragons, beings whom had been said to understand all creatures and been able to converse with them as well.
All she remembered consistently was that she liked water, she could play with it, and she enjoyed the form she had kept the past few days; a form that had continued to flicker in her memory since she had arrived in the room. It was sparked by a faded but still intact picture set into a depression in the wall and protected by very thick glass. She knew not what the creature portrayed was, only that it was pink and feline. Little did she know it was an image of the most basic of all pokémon - Mew.
Still learning the ways of her abilities as she was, Ty was rather unskilled at her shape shifting, but it was still good enough to mimic the pokémon ability Transform that only Mew and Ditto possessed. She still failed to adapt an accurate color of whatever she managed to transform into. It was always some hue, tint, or shade of blue. When she tried the Mew, it wasn't the soft pink fur she had in her mental image, but bright aqua blue instead.
After a while, she gave up on color. She couldn't get the shape exactly right either, though it seemed she didn't want to. Her girl-child form features were most familiar to her and she felt no need to part with them. So the result was something similar to a cross between a furry girl and a blue Mew. A shiny Mew-morph one might have labeled her as. The pirate girl didn't fit into this world otherwise. Playing a psychic-morph with a fondness for manipulating water was her best bet.
But who she played in this world and who she really was weren't really on Tymiko's mind as she discovered the door was unlocked. Instead, a pure, increasing happiness was her only thought upon the dawning of her opportunity for freedom. No more boring room. No more gloomy walls or gloomy faded picture which refused to talk back to her. If it had ever replied, she couldn't remember. Who cared? She was free now.
There were lights. They were bright! Oh, but not bright enough to light the gloomy hallway beyond...what lay there? More rooms? Maybe there were more lights further on...and people. She could hear voices. Well, more like sense them. Auras of emotions; feelings. Thoughts, sort of. Not converted into actual words, but clear enough to understand if she chose to translate them. If only she could get closer.
Suddenly she was zipping down the darker corridors without knowing where she was going or what she was doing. Fortunately, it was down the way the Haunter-morph had just come through, or she might have been headed straight for him. The emotions compelled her. She had to find their source. There was that of frustrated concern - how unappealing. Oh, but what was this? Another lively soul, as eager to experience the world and explore this unknown territory as herself? Tymiko couldn't resist. She focused hard into forming her own bursting emotions into words.
HI! Oh, wow! You're the one who pushed that button, didn't you? It must have opened my door! It wasn't mind-reading, really. If the act hadn't been so recently carried out by the human girl and the event wasn't still so fresh in Keiko's mind, Ty would have never known the identity of her liberator. Now that she did, however, she was ecstatic.
Hey, hey! Wait a sec! Wanna play with me?! Do you know your way around here? What is this place? Who are you? She peeked over the top of the other girl's head, so that she was eye-to-eye, but upside down. Hello! I'm Tymiko! What's your name? The energy to transmit such thoughts as human words the human girl could understand was taxing on energy, but after having spent so much time cooped up by herself, Ty had energy to spare.
((I'm so sorry! I apologize for the length of this post! I swear I never thought it would be so long! I just never put down in words the thoughts I had on Ty as a mew-morph before, so I thought I might as well justify her form now. I don't want to god-mode with a legendary morph after all. XD Don't worry! The other posts won't be as long or boring as this. Oh, and if I do anything that annoys you or maybe you noticed I messed up, please let me know! I'll be happy to change it. ^^ I often make a lot of mistakes I don't catch until later. If you help me, I'm sure I can be a lot more consistent with details. Thanks!
PS: I see you didn't state whether this rp was private or not. XD Lol, I mean you don't have to if you don't wanna, but just thought I'd mention you can do that? You probably already know, but I just wondered about your thoughts on the subject.))
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Shawn Darrow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 6:00 pm
Keiko turned around to see nothing. The voice in her head seemed happy about some sort of button opening the door. Then it hit her. The shiny button from before. The young girl smiled to herself. "Play?"
The girl was a bit startled when the blue furry creatures peeked over her head. She blinked a few times, but smiled cutely, "I'm Keiko. It's nice to meet you Tymiko. I really don't know where I'm going, but it's really fun exploring around here. My papa works in a laboratory here, but it's boring there and Cain is the only one who pays attention to me."
Keiko twirled around to look the newcomer face to face. She didn't know what to say. She had never seen anything like it, but it didn't bother her. "Umm... what are you exactly?"
Cain walked quickly through more halls taking random turns. He noticed a haunter-morph roughly 10 yards away from him. The human teenager yelled, "Hey! Have you seen a girl about this tall. Short black hair, brown eyes, and extremely bubbly attitude?"
Cain ran up to him and stared at his scarlet eyes with his own green ones. He was breathing heavy now, but simply smiled, "Also, if you haven't. Could you please bring her to Dr. Kanamura's lab? If you find her before I do, that is.
[Haha~ so short because my lovely sister stole my laptop and I don't have spell check and other things I need. xDD]
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:32 am
((*laughs* Hey, no one's checking the length! XD ))
Keiko! YAY! Keiko...Tymiko...iko! Iko! The blue being giggled telepathically, enjoying the similarity between the names. "Mew!" I like that name! It's so pretty! It's so great to meet you too! Wow, I can't believe I'm so lucky! She clasped her hands to her cheeks in excitement, shooting into the air and twirling an effortless back flip.
Ooooh! Exploring?! Can I come? I love exploring! Especially with someone to explore with! I'll be quiet, I promise! She put a single digit to her lips in emphasis. Only you can hear my voice, I think. Wow, you have a papa working here? That's so cool! Who's Cain? Glancing about this way and that, she looked as if she hoped the people spoken of were around. Doesn't seem like he's paying attention now. Should we go find him?
Tymiko halted abruptly in her energetic movements at Keiko's own question, taken completely by surprise. "Mew?" What...what am I? The large, aqua blue eyes became unfocused for a moment; thoughtful. Um...you know, I really can't remember... Maybe someone around here knows! Your papa works here, right? Maybe he can tell us! She paused in the joy of her new idea. Uh...what are you? Her tail flicked this way and that as she beamed at Keiko, tilting her head. Do you know?
Shadow cringed at the human voice, hardly bothering to look up. The humans who worked around here and weren't scared enough to stay away always enjoyed poking fun at him, being how he was. He didn't feel like dealing with them just now.
Worse yet, their presence always reminded him of the fact that he had once been human too. Especially hearing this one, who sounded and looked to be maybe a year or two older at most than Shadow did. Only it was painful revisiting the void in his mind where the memories of his human past should have been. Maybe I was never human, he thought grimly. Maybe that's why I don't have those memories. I could have just been a mindless ghost pokemon. Maybe they just told me I lost them in the experiment process just to torment me...
Footsteps echoed down the hall, interrupting the Haunter-morph's thoughts. He looked up to see the teenager much closer than he had remembered hearing and stepped back. He might have tripped in his astonishment had he been standing instead of levitating. "No. I haven't," he answered abruptly to the boy's previous question, wanting him to leave.
However, the young man was obnoxiously persistent. He was already asking another question. Bring her to the lab? Wasn't that more of an order? Who did this guy think he was? "Look, kid. I don't know what the hell you're doing around this place, but I doubt you work here. This area is reserved for pokemorphs. If it's a human girl you're looking for, I suggest you look elsewhere. I'm not some pokemon you can order around."
His eyes narrowed as Cain met them with startlingly green ones. At least green is normal for humans, Shadow thought bitterly, wishing he could tear his gaze away without seeming submissive. He hated being so conscious of his abnormalities. It was remarkable the boy hadn't said anything about them yet. Maybe he was used to it because he spent more time around the base than Shadow realized. After all, as the hall monitor he was mainly confined to only a certain portion of the building.
Cain's smile bothered Shadow. It unnerved him. No one smiled like that; not to him. Not here in this horrid place of nightmares and atrocities. If so, it was hateful and malicious, like the ones Agent Lindsay shot at him. Something in that smile...it was as if there was nothing wrong with him. As if he wasn't the freak he knew he was. How could he be smiled like that at by a normal human boy around his age?
A heavy sigh escaped him and he closed his scarlet eyes wearily, rubbing his forehead with a three-clawed hand. "Listen...I'm the hall monitor for this area of the complex. I've been patrolling these corridors all evening. I haven't heard or seen any evidence of a little girl messing around here unless the flickering of a few lights counts." Here he hesitated, realizing that it might indeed have counted as the antics of a bored little girl.
"Then again...here. Come with me." Swerving abruptly, he turned with the fluid motion of a silk curtain being drawn, his dark coat trailing behind him in his wake. "Keep up if you can. And watch your step. It's dark. You'll have to just follow my voice unless you have night vision." No way was he allowing that kid to touch him. He wouldn't give Cain the chance to even get near him if he could help it. After all, he didn't want to shatter whatever delicate state of mind the boy had in treating a pokemorph like a normal human being.
"We need to head toward the old control center for the lower-tech cells. She was probably pressing buttons there. Even though it's old and probably empty, it's still a control center for pokemorph cells, so I'm not allowed in." He glanced sideways back over his shoulder at Cain as he continued moving forward. "I'm not very...trusted by the staff of that department. Minor issues and accusations in the past." He waved a clawed hand dismissively.
"Fortunately for you, though, you can probably get in and out without setting any alarms off. Being human and all, I mean. The sensors won't detect anything unless you have pokemon with you. They're programmed to detect pokemon DNA, but unlike the more recent ones they can't tell the difference between a normal pokemon's DNA and the merged DNA of a pokemorph. After you find the girl, the labs aren't too far away, so you can find your own way from there."
Quite suddenly, Shadow stopped and turned around to face Cain in the middle of a hall. It was pitch black in that particular hall, though the dim glow of crimson could possibly have been made out by human sight to be the haunter-morph's eyes. "Hey..." he mumbled, sounding more like a normal kid his age should have. "I have two questions for you before we reach. One: why are you so calm around me? Even humans who've been around here for months often can't get over the sight of me. I'm not even a proper pokemorph. They called me a failed experiment. I can't even stand myself. So...how come you can seem to be able to?"
It was a few moments before he spoke again, regarding Cain's face for any form of physical or visible reaction. Then he continued.
"Two: Why are you looking for a short black-haired, brown-eyed, extremely bubbly girl? ...Erm...not that it's any of my business..." His semi-hostile attitude, having faltered before at Cain's smile, now simply abandoned him altogether. His shoulders slumped and his head bent to his chest. He scratched the back of his neck and heaved a deep sigh. "It's just...why the labs? That's no place for a kid...unless...unless they mean to..." He exhaled another sharp breath, shutting his eyes tight.
As if they could shut out the vivid, painful images that flooded his mind and senses of his own and many others' experiences in the lab. Lacking memories of humanity didn't mean he lacked memory of his experimentation. They were the earliest memories he had. The closest point to his humanity. But all he could remember of being human was the pain.
He shook his head. "Forget it. Let's go. That girl is probably already halfway across the complex by now..." If the boy didn't know about the horrible crimes committed in the labs, he wasn't going to enlighten him. No one needed to know. Besides his own few memories, Shadow had a whole population of pokemorph captives' worth of laboratory memories. After all, every time he used Dream Eater to cure a captive of their nightmares, those nightmares had to be stored somewhere. They haunted Shadow day and night. Shadow, who did not sleep, relived those nightmares every second he had time to think.
He would never wish such a curse on anyone. He wouldn't allow it. No - as soon as they found the girl, he would watch and makes sure they made it to the labs safely. And he would make sure they remained safe during their stay. Not that he was going to tell the kids, of course. Didn't want them thinking some freak-accident ghost was haunting them.
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Shawn Darrow Vice Captain
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