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Post by Osranger on Oct 21, 2014 1:42:02 GMT -6
the Dragonite lay unconscious at Duncan's feet. He didn't know why it attacked him, but he had a feeling it was Osric's. He KNEW. He gave him the thing after all. He was about to call in a Nova heel carrier for a pick up, but suddenly, a red blue shot up out of a nearby crevice, and Duncan took off. Latias, he knew. The dragon was protecting Latias, but did that mean Osric was as well, and if not, how did he become separated from his Dragonite?
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 3, 2014 20:36:47 GMT -6
Location: Lilycove Beach
A youngster named Joanna was singing a little song to herself as she stirred something in a pot.
I like poffins, yummy yummy poffins!
Making poffins, stirry stirry stir!
"Come on Disco, help out! Pass me the Pecha. I think Falafel likes them sweet."
"That is not how you pronounce my name."
"I'm making you poffins. Your name is hard to say so you're Falafel now. Ok?"
"...Kawkawkawkaw! Fascinating. At least it's better than Death Turkey."
Disco the Dedenne hopped up onto the little poffin stove. It sat in the middle of a beach that was currently littered on the far ends with battlefield debris, and either unconscious or dead solders and pokemon. It was quite clean where Joanna was cooking though. Yveltal made sure of that. As far as Joanna was concerned, she was enjoying an evening beach cook-off with some new friends after a stressful day. Yveltal brought the poffin machine and everything (As delicious tiny berry cakes are, it's impossible to make them yourself when you're 19 feet tall and you have either talons or massive wing-claws for hands).
Disco spat the pecha berries she was carrying in her cheek pouches into the poffin mix and squeaked. "I like Death Turkey. You're still Death Turkey!"
"She said she likes Death Turkey more."
"Then I'll call you Falafel and she calls you Death Turkey. Hey Shoegaze!" Joanna called over her shoulder, "What are you going to call Falafel?"
Shogaze the Shuckle was sitting a fair distance away, keeping watch, or so he said. With him was a Rattata named Boogie. He made a few clicking noises saying "Uh...I'll call you whatever".
"He said he'd call me Whatever."
"Strange name, but I accept that."
Location: Off the shore of Lilycove Beach
"Gary, I'm not making this up. Yveltal is on a beach and is making a little girl cook poffins for her."
Eusine Minaki, pokemon hunter, peered through a spyglass from atop Suicune a fair distance away. From atop Raikou, Blue Oak (currently going under the fake name of Gary) hovered in the air above Eusine and tried to make out the scene. A burst of red energy shot from his backpack and semi-materialized into the head of a Pidgeot. A second burst materialized a spoon, that radiated psychic energy, allowing Blue to see what Pidgeot saw.
"Uh...yeah," Blue called down to Eusine, "You couldn't make up something that dumb anyways."
Next to Eusine, Molly Hale simply reclined back atop her friend Entei. "Um, lets just go say hi. She's probably friendly."
Both of her male companions shook their heads and answered at the same time.
Blue said, "Bad history."
Eusine said, "wants to make me immortal."
Blue looked at Eusine.
"It's a long story," Eusine waved his hands, "Won't come up again if I can help it."
Suddenly, Molly sat up to attention, staring off into the distance. Blue saw and directed Raikou down.
"Molly," Blue said somewhat hushed, "What are you seeing?"
"Seein-" Eusine started, only for a psychic spoon to slap him silent.
Molly spoke, slowly, "...it's nothing...just a bit of deja vu."
She reclined back down. Blue shrugged and looked back at Yveltal.
"Eusine, go talk to her. You obviously have no clue where to go next, and it's your job to find that out."
"Sure, but we travel as a unit you know that, right? Guys?"
Suddenly all three beasts lurched forwards towards the shore.
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 5, 2014 1:58:24 GMT -6
Kept you waiting huh?
BOOOOO!
"You totally forgot about this, didn't you?"
BOOOOO!
...Let's get this over with then.
Spotlight on Palkia Substitute, Dialga Substitute, Celebi, and Anna-Arceus. A stage made of clouds ripped forth from the regular transdimentional stage, and strobe light flashed about, scrolling through pink, then blue, then pink, blue, pink, blue, green, pink. Pink.
AWWW YEAH! MIC ME!
Q: Do you have a dealer, and if so can I contact that person?
Hey! You gotta ask what kinda brudda'd take the task.
What hard street punk I'd let touch my junk?
Where ain't there laws to cause the fuzz to take
their lousy paws out to my drawers? Gotta make
yer trip to trip yer balls to Oz! Yo Anna, show him a good time!
"Oh yeah, you're tooootally street. Stick to the Cowabungas."
I call foul! Fuzz does not rhyme with laws!
Q: If you had a Mega Evolution would it be A) Tubular, B) Gnarly, C) Radical or D) Far Out?
Gnarly is hardly a monkier fit
for the radical panic of wit that's iconic for
me! Far out is chill but I'll doubt it'll fill
when I'm milling your face as a
Totally Tublular Megavolution-er
Gracious Bodacious Fallacious new ruler of space!
"...he's pretty good."
He's just making up words! Tag out! Tag out! Ask me something!
Blue! Dialga's toy hammer suddenly sprouted microphone grills.
Now Stop! It's hammer time!
"He finally said it! I can die fulfilled."
Q: If you could go back in time to Gen. 1 so that you'd have the most OP typing, why haven't you?
In all of time exists this deity.
At every instant I can so appear.
No need to travel like a Celebi!
And as we speak I'm whipping Mewtwo's rear!
FOUL! NOT RAP!
"I agree. Needs more street. Try saying 'shizzle'!"
Q: What made you such a prude, a bad experience with Palkia's space drugs perhaps?
...
Fo'shizzle ma nizzle I tell my rhyme!
Forsooth, there lies a crunk memoir of beef
Betwixt my artistry, Fabric of Time,
And blood relations, hence wherefore my grief.
My elder rolls up, marks me with a glock
and says "thou better move before I cap
ya boy!" But I am slain, and find in shock
that Palkia, jacked up on scuttle wrap
hath sold security for spatial dough!
With no help tither, Giratina raged
and deep sixed time until the po-po showed.
My father banished him, his powers caged.
Behold my legacy, repent I must.
For precious Time, there's no one else I trust.
Dialga bowed.
"Um...woah. Is it too early to call a winner?"
WIPE OUT BRAH! LEMME BACK IN THE TUBE!
Pink!
Q: Have you ever encountered any blue Police Box looking objects in your travels through space?
No.
...
OH DAMMIT I NEEDA RAP-
Too late. Green.
"Wait, I actually got questions? Cool!"
Q: What is your social link level with Jirachi?
"Um...uh....6...? What's the reference point here?"
Q: Have you ever been seduced by a human?
"No. I'm the one that does the seducing."
Celebi was suddenly made aware of her actions during an alternate universe Christmas party. Her eyes light up.
"Awww, drugged Jirachi is so adorable~"
...No comment on the human then?
"Eh, stuff happens."
...I suppose I'll have to take responsibility for fanservice later then. Anyways. Blue!
Q: You're the god of time and diamonds are forever, does that make Arceus the greatest pun-maker of all time?
Dialga looks at its toy hammer.
I have no choice within this game of lame
word play that makes an unbecoming shroud
of nonsense, all unworthy bits of shame,
But diamonds are a symbol I wear proud!
Twas not my father who decreed my gem
My brilliance is where that pun doth stem.
Dude! Quit being so full of yourself!
I'd like to see you reach that upper shelf of art!
My Pearl for a start! My symbol's as genius as yours!
How so?
Brah, I know you know my metaphors,
Space in motion, depth in dimension,
waves in the ocean, black-whirlpool conventions.
And right above all, my skills are my jams:
Polishing pearls and eating out clams! Aw yeah!
Hammer came down. Record scratch.
...Alright. Stop. Stop the beat. Was that a sex joke? How can you make sex jokes? You don't even have a body!
Your mom said otherwise.
We don't have a mom and if we did they'd be the same mom!
Well how about the chick I did last night then?
You are a god! We don't have days or nights and unless we get a sister there is literally nothing you can even have a semblance of copulation with!
...
I just said that didn't I?
Dude. One, you sicko. Two. No wonder you're so frustrated all the time.
Palkia and Celebi high-fived. And on that note...Pink!
Q: Would you ever do Dialga?
Bro? Uh...no homo...but no. No homophobo though, fo sho!
Q: Would you do him in a house? Would you do him with a mouse?
I would not do him in a house
I wouldn't do him with a mouse.
I wouldn't do him here or there
I wouldn't do him anywhere!
Q: Would you? Could you? In a car?
I would not, could not, in a car.
Q: Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would you, could you, in the dark?
Oh **** you question guy, I'm not doing the whole thing. Gimme something real to clutch with my cleverly lyrical lexical cunnilingus.
Disgusting.
Come at me! Not...not that kind of...ugh, next question! You're throwing me off my game!
Q: Are there things going on in other dimensions? Maybe things involving dancing skeletons, crystal dragons, kingdoms of the heart and the like?
Oh...if you could see what I could see!
Magical lands, brought to life by the hands
Of those thirsty for stories and literature stands!
A space station race of outcasts find their place
like the lotus that blooms on the lake but stays dry.
A new generation whose fate's destination's
determined by firm rules and rolls of a die.
A world made of others, a Kingdom of brothers
by Heart, teamed with Fantasy worlds on the side.
And a world connecting them all yet to start.
All this, and yet it is just a part...
and woah...dude I got like all serious there.
I approve.
"I don't"
Finally, Arceus stepped up, addressing her...his...its audience.
"Alright! That's all the question we have for these three. Up next, are the questions I've received personally. Quite a number might I add. We're about to take a break, but I'll answer one question first. For fanservice's sake."
Q: Why male models?
Fanfare erupted from all sides as the back of the stage materialized a curtain and pulled it back. From the misty depths of the extradimensional netherealm sprung a group of men, each dressed in a perfectly tailored suit or shirt. The fabric clung to their sculpted bodies as they marched forth, one of them, who looked eerily like Riley but younger and hotter, stopping to kneel before Arceus.
The god in the form of Anna's body learned over with a cute smile and brought her hand to his chiseled jaw. He began to stand, but in one swift motion Anna-Arceus swung her her legs over his head to straddle his broad shoulders. She slid down his back as the man turned to face the crowd, nothing visible of Arceus but a single arm reaching around, groping his chest and taking hold of his tie. And in the next instant, she had spun around him, pulling the tie loose and ripping open the buttons on his shirt revealing a six pack. He turned as she slinked between his legs, coming to the front while never ending contact with his body. She fell into a dip, the man holding her as she came down, and on the way up she held his arm tight to her chest. She finished their little routine by facing the audience with a smile.
"Ready to take a break, Anna?"
Below in the front row, where regular Anna had been sitting the whole time, a man that looked like a younger and hotter Eusine was kneeling before her with a rose.
"Yes. Yes I am."
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 6, 2014 1:55:30 GMT -6
We rejoin the Nova Mailbag Season 2 Finale to find two Annas lying peacefully on platforms floating low above the stage. They are dressed in red cloth togas, and all around them are perfect specimens of men, similarly dressed in cloth, but only from the waist down. Each Anna had at least four of the men tending to them, holding palm frond fans, massaging feet, hands, and back.
"Mh...ah~ Oohhhh yeah right there. So this is what it's like being a goddess?"
"No. I'm just pampering you for fanservice's sake."
One of the men popped a grape into Anna's mouth.
*nomnomnom* "You're doing a really really good job. Oooh, ah, ah higher, yes~"
Meanwhile, far enough above the stage as to not ruin the mood...
Toga! Toga! Toga!
Oh be quiet. Let Father have her moment.
Palkia was dressed in a makeshift toga. The substitute doll was effectively stuffed down one leg of a pair of swimming trunks, but it had the same effect. Celebi gazed down at the scene below.
"Mmmm that looks good. Palkia, gimme a toga."
A green toga made of foliage wrapped itself around Celebi.
"Perfect," she said lying back while still floating in the air, "Now do the massage part too!"
No can do brah. I don't got hands. The substitute wiggled little stubs.
"Pft, well do some space craziness then and make it happen!"
Cheyah. Your funeral!
"Eh? Oh! ...Ooooh...woooooooow~"
Celebi rolled her eyes back in pleasure and drifted off into some semi-lucid bliss as Palkia seemed to just wave its arms around.
...What are you doing to her?
I rapped about it in that last segment.
Meanwhile back down on stage...
"So, Anna, care to ask me some questions?"
"Mmmmm oh that's good...certainly Anna. You sure know how to treat a girl."
Words simply floated in front of Anna's face as she began to read them out.
Q: Who would win in a fight between Palkia and Dialga? How utterly boned would reality be during/after the battle?
"Hm...well, if there was a universe that Palkia might lose in he'd just take the fight to another universe. But Dialga could never actually be defeated since if you beat him at one point in time, he'd still exist in others. Conceivably there could be a point in time in every universe where Dialga beats Palkia, but unless they all occur simultaneously, Palkia would still exist in another universe. And likewise for a single universe where Dialga beaten in all points in time. So really, they'd be better off doing...that."
Arcues pointed up. Palkia was doing some kind of ritualistic pelvic thrusting in a circle around Celebi as Dialga was slapping no-sells on him with his hammer.
"I've tried to get them to learn Chess instead, but one of them smokes the pawns while the other puts the bishops on trial. And reality would be fine since I'd retcon the fight as it happens. Oh and for record, in pokemon forms Dialga would win. OHKO with Draco Meteor."
Q: Oooh, oh yeah, there! ...oh, sorry, What is your favorite Nova Ship?
"Well the Academy was technically a massive Airship so if that counts then no, I'm not dumb I'll answer properly. Celeste's parents. They've been mentioned so they totally count, and it's completely canon!"
Q: Mmh...ah...Hypothetically speaking, can you be affected by Heart Swap?
"Me? Naw. The pokemon form of Arceus? Maybe for a few seconds. Probably less than a second if I had a Mind Plate. The stat boost part would work for sure though."
Q: (OH! Ah, yesssss!) Why/How does Mega Mewtwo Y have more BST than you?
"That's like asking how Zekrom's BST is higher than Kyurem's. The Arceus you've seen isn't even complete. Just wait until you see me with all plates at once. Glorious!"
Q: Why haven't you Judgement-nuked Nova yet? (mrph, there, right there!)
"Maybe not in your universe. But it never works out well. The fire and brimstone, rivers and seas boiling, earthquakes, volcanoes, zombies, human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together...not nice. And besides, there's Masterballs. Eugh."
Q: What advice would you give...(Harder! MM! yeah~)...to an unlucky schmuck who has to fight Giratina?
"Bring Masterballs. Use StarBurst. Make a Red Chain. Imprison Shadow Force then Perish Trap? Humans have been conquering pokemon for eons, it's practically your nature. You figure it out. Just...keep him away from the Distortion World. He's still very godlike there."
Q: oooooh...How...many seconds do you expect Celeste to last in the fight against you?
"Technically zero since it happened off screen."
Q: If Celeste's hair was spikier and the Anglachel bigger, could he have succeeded in slaying a deity like so many before him? Oh, you want me to roll over now?~ Yes sir~
"It's not the size but how you use it! And in the Anglachel's case it could be a butter knife and still have almost the same legality. The hair would definitely give him a better chance though. As it stands, he could use a visual distraction."
Q: Thoughts on humanity in general?
"Mostly Harmless. Well, to me anyways. The things you do to each other make me glad there's only one of me."
Q: Thoughts on human ingenuity? (Ooh! that's good! keep...on...oooh! OOH! ooooooh!~~)
"It's why I respect humanity so much. It makes you all gods of your own domains."
Q: Any...favourite...Pokemon...?
"I like to remain impartial. I'm proud of every single one. Yes, even Giratina. He hates it when I say that."
Q: If not for Giratina, would you have ever interfered in mortal affairs?
"I gave up my arms to give them the Unown. That wasn't in response to Giratina. The Unown are my power, and I shared it with all of you. Magic symbols that combine in an infinite myriad of patterns and create universes in their wake. I said before that you're all gods of your own domains, I mean it!"
Q: Palkia's space drugs - awesome or amazing?
"Totally whack dude. I say that sincerely."
Q: The stick up Dialga's rear - removable?
"No. He'd have none of that, and really I think it gives him personality and a sense of purpose."
Q: Giratina's origin forme - what he looked like before Jirachi was split from him?
"It's what he thinks he looked like as a god. You know, like when a teenager goes goth? Don't tell him I said that, he might add more spikes or wings or red on black."
Q: Now that you've been the RNG goddess, would you like to take her on a date?
"Hm...I dunno honey, would you take me?"
Arceus suddenly realized that she's been asking herself questions for the past while. Anna was completely zoned out under the blissful pampering of her reverse-harem.
"Oh...whoops. Well that's the show, hope you all enjoyed it! Maybe I'll see you all in another non-canon event. I make a mean Christmas punch. Boys! We're leaving!"
Up above, Dialga and Palkia were playing their own version of rock-paper-scissors where they actually materialized said objects and tried to gravely injure each other with them. Celebi was still soundly asleep.
"Ah...I'll just do it myself."
*Clap Clap*
And in an instant, the stage returned to exactly how it was before. Back on Earth, no gods in sight, army of Mankeys present, perverted audience, ratings through the roof, and cameras pointed directly at the only object on stage: A sleeping Anna wearing nothing but a single cotton sheet.
Business as usual.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 17:49:47 GMT -6
Ace barely caught himself before hitting the ground. He slowly ascended to stare off with Bird Jesus.
They stared at each others eyes, into eachothers souls. B.Jesus Rushed through the air and slashed at Ace, but the Staraptor was faster and allowed himself to drop and flew up behind B.Jesus and Aerial Aced his back.
Bird Jesus fell forward, preparing to catch himself, but Ace got below and used Close Combat to knock it towards the ground and into a tree. B. Jesus fell, defeated.
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Post by The Big Cheese on Nov 18, 2014 23:13:56 GMT -6
Taking care to not let a single drop go to waste, Tabitha completes the Gracidea injection, stepping back to appreciate her work. Grant's body lay limp and motionless without its host, his eyes lulled back and his jaw hanging ajar like that of a corpse. Finally, she takes three rings each with their own needles protruding inward and begins to place them on the boy's arms. At first contact with the needles, a flinch. Oh? Still some sensation left in him? Well, that won't be for long.Placing the second ring on the next arm elicits no reaction, and so Tabitha continues with the third, placing it around his head. "Has the swap been successful, soldier...?" She asks the limp body as she turns around to place her tools back in their proper homes. "...Fool." She mutters in response to the silence. "You're still wearing my binds, you know. You can't sneak up on me when I'm aware of your every move." "Uhhh... Ma'am?" A voice speaks from Tabitha's communicator. "I can't complete the swap. It seems like the host hasn't lost their control of the body yet."She stops dead for a split second, letting the empty syringe fall to the table and shatter. "That's impossi-!" With a satisfying thud, she falls to the ground, Grant standing over top of her with his fists balled up next to one another. The energetic bonds which held his wrists together disappear as soon as she falls down, both mechanical orbs dropping with her. "Looks like she didn't stand... a ghost of a chance." The boy grins cheekily, a dark shadow cast over his face. Shrugging off the rings bound to him like nothing, he looks around the room. Finding a particularly large shard of glass on the table, he brings it to the unconscious Tabitha's throat. Holding it there for a few seconds, he sighs, and places it back on the table. He leaves the room, and Tabitha unharmed. "Ma'am...? ...Ma'am...? ...Agent Tabitha!? Oh, s***! If the warden finds out that we let a prisoner out of his cell unscheduled... I'll be the scapegoat for sure!"Gawain peeks out the door, glancing at the floor's exit with a single guard nose deep in a "Pokégirls Gone Wild" magazine sitting on a box next to it. He looks the other way and sees an alert guard facing away from him, some kind of rifle over his shoulder as he passes by Hugh's cell. Three more guards patrol further down, and security cameras capture every inch of the corridor. Saving those stupid friends of his should be my priority... But getting shot sounds pretty unpleasant. Especially in this fleshy little twerp's body. On the other hand, it's not like I haven't already been detected. I could just make a break for it and hope for the bes-..."The cold touch of a barrel raises the hairs on the back of his neck, and Gawain fights every urge to whip around and smack it away from him. "Personal teleportation... ain't it a b****?" The man who was colluding with Tabitha taunts. "I've been up against more annoying tricks than that." Gawain replies. "...But I'm still pretty pissed." The soldier grins. "Watch your potty mouth, kid. Sensitive souls like you tend to fold under torture especially quickly." He presses the gun firmly against Grant's neck. "March." Gawain complies, allowing the Nova Grunt to lead him to the prison's depths. What day... and for some reason... I can barely keep these eyes... open...
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 19, 2014 0:02:08 GMT -6
From aboard the Ultimate Weapon, stationed on the moon and poised to fire, Mars answered through her microphone.
"All charged up. Let's do this!"
Jupiter looked up towards Saturn, who was already taking a nap. Check. She broadcast a message to every Galactic communicator, to her forces spread across the world.
"Everyone on your marks. Payload delivery in five, four, three, two, one. We are go."
"FINALLY! I CAN PUSH THE BUTTON!"
*Push*
The dark side of the moon got a little less dark. Satellites turned and the energies of life and death swirled in chromosomal helices about a tall crystal flower. More flashing, more pulsing, more cloaking from Nova space-sensors. On the inside, Mars heard the grinding and frizzling of an enormous payload building. The entire structure vibrated, rattling her manic grin. Outside, there was no sound in space, but the three peaks of the canon came together for the first time in 3000 years, and fired.
Soundlessly, a fleet of thirty Golurk opened a massive Phantom Force portal for the blast, vaporizing them all instantly as the incredible burst flew through and into a giant floating decoy satellite. The decoy was destroyed faster than the Golurk, but the end result was the weapon's fire redirected down towards the earth.
The surface of Birth Island was peaceful.
And then every Nova alarm on the planet flashed for imminent attack, impact in three seconds. Within a second, the trajectory was logged, the source was recognized, and a certain space-acclimated Nova Admin was being deployed to investigate. In the next second, a force-field was being deployed over Birth Island, the intended target, though they might as well have not bothered since it popped like a soap bubble in the face of a chainsaw. The air sizzled and burned and water vapour formed clouds of steam around the blast that seared down towards its intended target: Birth Island Prison.
In the last second, between the breaking of the force-field and impact, a structure that looked a lot like a hot pink 1:1 scale replica of Prism Tower was teleported onto the triangular surface of the island. On impact, The blast hit the pink tower dead on, vaporized the structure completely, and dissipated. Nothing else was harmed, not even the surface of the ground the prison was deep beneath.
Peace resumed.
Inside the prison, two guards blinked. They were very confused. They had gone through "I am so bored" to "Oh my Arceus I'm going to die" and landed on "wait, do it again, I blinked" in a matter of seconds.
"Dude...what just happened?"
"I think someone gave us modern art and then blew it up."
"Why?"
"I do-"
Silenced gunfire to the neck. Tranquilizers. Both guards slumped to the ground and hit with a soundless thud. Saturn, holding a pistol and canister of silence spray, carried onward toward the dungeon area. Beneath his Kecleon camo, he was invisible.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2014 1:03:42 GMT -6
"Horace" casually strolled down the hallway in a very casual pace casually singing a tune "he" heard somewhere with a casual expression on "his" face.
All I need right now is to find an elevator or stairway and do everything in my power to avoid manual labor. This mini-map isn't useful for finding them, though.
Continuing "his" stroll, Horace continued down the hallway and raised an eyebrow as "he" finally located an elevator. "He" pressed the Up button and casually leaned against the wall awaiting the doors to open. The light above one of the elevators chimed, and Horace stepped in front of it to enter once the doors allowed "him".
..."He" paused both his stride and whistling as the elevator revealed itself to be occupied by a Zoroark, an Ursaring, a shiny Golurk, and a number of containers holding fruits. Horace hesitated briefly before resuming "his" stride inside and pressing the button for a few floors up. "He" noticed the button for one floor above was already pressed, presumably by the other occupants in the room.
"...Harvest season?" Horace commented. The Zoroark growled at "him" in response.
The doors opened and the Pokemon exited, carting their boxes of berries with them. Horace stayed in the elevator and continued casually whistling a tune.
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After finally entering the breeding wing, Horace was going to pick out who to beat up, stuff in a closet, and impersonate when a large crowd of people were beginning to form around a wall-mounted television screen. Horace was initially uninterested (if anything, the distraction was welcome) until "he" saw that the TV was tuned into the news showing a video feed taken by a couple cruising some islands and being startled by a giant laser from above firing upon another island in the background. The caption at the bottom read "Mysterious Light Hits Birth Island?" Whatever the news anchors were saying, it sounded like a pair of people repeating "What was that?!", "We have no idea what caused this", and "experts are analyzing the available video footage."
Horace hung around the back, put "his" hand over "his" mouth as if "he" was deep in thought, and whispered. "Dad, are you seeing the news? What was that?"
Silence from the other side of the suit's comms.
"...Dad?"
Regions away, a certain individual was indeed watching the video feed. Knowing exactly what the light was, the glass cup in his left hand was crushed in a mix of anger, disbelief, and frustration.
"It is true..."
On the way back to Joshua's room, Yancy's Golurk suddenly stopped moving. Ursaring and Zoroark paused themselves after seeing it freeze.
"What ails you?" asked Ursaring.
"Mass termination of units detected. Downloading units' recent thought-banks to determine cause... Downloading... Downloading..."
"You know, I really wish you can sometimes just speak normally like the rest of us", said Zoroark.
"Analyzing Data... Analyzation Complete. 30 Units terminated as a direct result of..."
"...Of what?!" yelled Zoroark.
"...Master's possible location identified... Location known as Birth Island by local organisms..."
"Master?!" echoed Ursaring.
"Birth Island?!" echoed Zoroark.
"Status: Unknown..." Golurk dropped the breakfast it was carrying. "Beginning Retrieval."
Golurk's jet boosters went active as it flew itself through the end of the hallway and phased through the wall just before impact using Phantom Force.
"Wait!" yelled Zoroark.
He and Ursaring looked at each other once they realized Golurk had already gone without them. They nodded and ran as fast as their legs could carry them back to Joshua's room, dropping and forsaking their breakfast in the hall for someone else to deal with.
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Post by The Big Cheese on Nov 19, 2014 3:48:00 GMT -6
"Alright! Now this is what I'm talking about!" Hilbert hollars, emerging from the back of Mewtwo's armoury. "Does this make me look like a badass or what...?"
Although still in the cheap black jacket and beanie he had previously used to avoid recognition, he now sported far more ammunition than any sane man could ever want or need strapped and dangerously exposed around every inch of his torso, wrecklessly flailing two machine guns in the air. Somehow, he found a pair of shades to wear and a cigar which hung unlit from his mouth. He had left Curtis and Rosa to their own devices while he equipped himself, and had a critic in his Emboar standing stoically at the entrance.
The hog Pokémon shakes its head disapprovingly, causing Black to scowl. "You don't know what you're taking about! ...Oh, fine. Lemme try something else."
He withdraws back into the depths of the room, haphazardly throwing away his loot to clatter against other hazardous materials and questionably humanitarian murder tools. After a few moments of "Oohs" and "Aahs," he returns from the abyss with a pair of very stylish revolvers, one with a fire themed decal and the other electric.
"I call them 'truth'... and 'ideals'!" He exclaims.
The Emboar facepalms, but hesitantly nods its approval. Grinning like a kid whose mom just let him have his most strongly desired toy, he takes two boxes with the same fire and lightning themed imagery on them and heads for the door.
"Right, let's go tell Curtis and Rosa that I'm ready for my first mission. Ooh, my blood hasn't boiled like this since I was getting ready to challenge Alder! Just like old times, partner!"
The Emboar gives a smile which bore its tusks (no pun intended) and follows its master into the hallway to meet their allies.
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A pittance of change is placed into the payphone of Castelia City's main square, by now a historical relic in its own right. The man waits through a small ringing and than catches a blank recording which would normally urge the caller to leave a message, which instead simply left him waiting in silence for the beep.
"Good day, old friend... It is L, as you have no doubt guessed. I've decided to accept your offer on but one condition. I shall only relay it to you in person. I believe you know where to find me."
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Grant's eyes open briefly, only for him to be dragged back to the precipice of unconsciousness and once more finding himself aware. He hazily glances to one end of the room, finding something unfamiliar yet perfectly expected about the drab, gray stone bricks dimly lit by torch fire around him. He turns his head, seeing an unfamiliar man with a haggard look about him chained to the wall in the same fashion next to him. The man's hair was long and blonde, with a matching beard and his eyes looked sunken and tired. Like Grant, he wore some ragged pants but was otherwise exposed, although Grant finds himself too weary to question how he came to be in this state.
The cell door creeks open, and a torchbearing man enters the room. His eyes are as sharp as his nose is crooked, and instead of a usual Nova uniform he sports what appears to be a simple blue shirt, baggy, brown pants stained and leather boots... all stained in dried blood. For reasons Grant can't comprehend but is nonetheless strongly discomforted by, the man carts behind him a caged Braviary with a vicious glint in its eyes.
Is this... another one of those dreams...?
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(WARNING: 3edgy5me torture scene ahead!)
The grunt shoves Gawain down the flight of stairs into the deepest level of Birth Island's prison, laughing as his knees and elbows scrape against each step as he desperately tries to catch his balance while still guarding his head.
Kid's gonna feel this in the morning...
Just as he tumbles to the bottom, the guard yanks him by his collar to his feet and leads him hobbling to a stool in the middle of the room which would be barren if not for an array of devilish torture implements lining the far wall. Two more members of Team Nova look up with bored and indistinct faces from their card game, sizing up their new plaything.
"Just a kid...?" One asks. "I thought we were gonna get a fighter to break this time... y'know, the Qwilfish guy. And I thought we weren't scheduled 'til tonight."
"Schedule changed, I guess." The grunt says casually. "Orders from the warden. Besides, this one's momma never taught him manners. Maybe he'll be more fun than he looks."
"Screw you." Gawain replies.
The other man tosses down his cards, snapping his neck back and forth eagerly. "Orders are orders."
"I'll leave you to it." The grunt smiles, pulling away his gun only to pistol whip Gawain onto the floor. He heads up the stairs cackling, while the other two men apparently in charge of the torture rise to their feet and get to work binding him.
"So, what's your name little fella'?" One of the men asks condescendingly.
"...Grant." Gawain replies hesitantly, adding "But you can call me 'my worst nightmare'."
The Nova Grunts both laugh boisterously. "Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"Because... when you're too tired from trying to faze me, I'm gonna make you scream like the little girls you are."
"Tough words from a little sissy... Maybe we should show you how sissy you are." One of the grunts taunts, licking his lips.
"Quit bein' weird... You do this every time." The other one says lightly. "We got a job to do."
"Heh... fine. So how should we start? Water torture? Spark plugs? ...Christoph's 'Magby' on infinite loop?"
"Lame, lamer and actually please don't." Gawain replies.
"Oooh, watch out! We got a badass here!"
"Heh... I know! How about we do the 'Casino Mauville' routine!"
They both leer at their prey, the buffer of the two taking a small sandbag hanging from the wall and forcing Grant's legs apart.
"Brace yourself." He warns, swinging the bag with all of his might and pounding the family jewels with it hard enough to make the average Joe squirm in sympathy. Gawain grunts loudly from the pain, more of a yelp coming from Grant's vocal cords, but retains a defiant expression despite his already laboured breathing.
"Yowch." The other says nonchalantly. "Now let me try!"
He takes the sandbag and winds up his swing with five rotations, repeating the generationally destructive attack of his partner. Gawain crumples into himself, grunting even more painfully and dry heaving several times.
"If you beg, we might consider the spark plugs!" The muscular one says.
"...What is this, a cheap brothel?" Gawain replies. "This isn't even my idea of a Tuesday. Get. On. My. Level."
"Hah! I actually like this kid! You're the boss..." The muscular one takes one more mighty swing with the sandbag, and wallops Grant's sack with such force that a crack resounds throughout the entire chamber, getting a blood curdling scream for his efforts.
"You know, if you join Team Nova you could probably get a new pelvis. Better, even! We could use some more tough as nails guys, and you're putting on a better show than most recruits would!"
"I wouldn't join you louts if I would get a concubine for each Kantoese businessman you gave it up for." Gawain says. "What else you got?"
The other torturer returns with four tiny fishhooks, each attached to different protrusions of the same line.
"This'll be easiest if you keep your eyes open and don't squirm."
He takes hold of the top of Grant's right eyelid, forcing the hook in as all Gawain can think about is the uncanny sensation of cold metal against Grant's eye and the pain of the hook. He takes the second hook and forces it into the bottom right eyelid, stretching the line around so that closing it would be impossible. He repeats the process with Grant's left eye, so that he was forced to keep absolute focus on what was ahead.
"Wh... whatcha' gonna do...?" Gawain asks with some defiance left. "Make me watch... your sex tape...?"
"You can always go back. Join Team Nova."
"This is nothing... back in Kalos..." Gawain laughs bitterly. "They got a Braviary... to tear at my buddy and I's muscles... It would pull... string after string... but never enough to..."
His voice trails incoherently, and the torturers exhange looks of disbelief. "That's a hell of an imagination..."
"Whatever. It obviously never happened. Get the light."
The muscular torturer goes to retrieve it, coming back with what looks like a stage light. He flicks the switch, and Gawain can do nothing as the intense beam shines directly into Grant's eyes.
"F***!" He cries out as he instinctively tries to blink, only causing the fishhooks to tear into his skin even further. "I... I can't see...! I can't let... Grant..."
It wasn't long before Gawain's pain and lack of vision collided to make everything a blank. He could feel himself being lost in a chaos of thoughts, recalling every horrible experience shared by himself and his host. A sudden flash of light beckons him back to reality and he and Grant both scream in unison, lurching forward to behold the suddenly crowded hallway of Birth Island's prison floor, numb to the pain they each thought they had experienced.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 7:07:54 GMT -6
It had begun to rain. Not hard, but softly. Lacey and Austin stood surrounded. The guns aimed at them hadn't withdrawn. The preacher began walking towards them. He was unarmed. "Give up now Children, and maybe your souls can be salvaged." He walked mockingly. He knew he had won. Lacey turned to Austin. "Are you ready?" He stood expressionless. "Are you Ready?" But he couldn't hear her. All he saw was Maurice walking towards him, the blood rain, and the bisected Snorlax. He heard Maurice's laugh and his condescending tone. Austin turned towards a new noise, it was Lacey. She was crying blood. She screamed. He looked towards the smirk on Maurice's face. Austin's eye began twitching. His eyes widened and he smiled a dark crazed smile. Lacey stood beside him watching. She was terrified. She didn't think his condition was this bad yet. The preacher also noticed. "He's possessed! Kill him! Kill the Demon!" The guns were cocked back and aimed at the two in the center. "You know you can't win! You're still just a child in an adult's game. Still can't protect anyone! Still....too....weak!!!"
Austin snapped. With Ace's speed, he shot forward, his Galaxy Blade extending at Maurice. At the preacher.
He was on the ground, out of,the circle before,anyone could react.
Be turned to see his work. However, it wasn't Maurice's head that he'd chopped off. It was the Preacher's.
Blood spurted from the neck and th body fell on the ground lifeless.
Faces contorted to ones of pure horror. The Church Worker Army disbanded, losing hop in their savior Lord Helix to Protect them from this demon.
Then, he turned to Lacey. Her face was of pure terror. He got up, his hands fresh with blood. As he walked past the body, a bit of blood spurted onto his cheek.
"Lace-"
"Get away from me!!!"She screamed at him like a monster. She called out Cleo and Austin felt the psychic pull, or push rather as he was lifted into the air and thrown into a tree.
Lacey ran. She ran faster than she knew she could. She ran until she was completely out of breath. Until, all that was left was Lactic acid. Even then, she only stopped for water, before running even faster. Faster away from that monster. That monster that was in no way, nor could ever be human. Away from Austin. |
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 19, 2014 12:52:18 GMT -6
Location: Lilycove Beach
Joanna was face-first into a poffin the size of her head. Disco was inside a poffin the size of her body. Shoegaze and Boogie didn't eat. Yveltal had already eaten twelve and was looking out over the horizon, wondering how Galactic was abusing her power.
"Are you guys gonna be done any time soon?"
"No!" both Eusine and Blue shouted simultaneously, then went back to locking eyes and arguments.
They had arrived on the shore without incident. Yveltal gave them a simple "Oh, it's you." and Joanna, Disco, and Shoegaze had scuffled off to the side like kids do when their parents are talking to parent friends. Yveltal knew where Regigigas was, but of course, she wasn't telling without a trade or good reason. Blue offered her Eusine's soul, and it escalated from there.
"Ok. 3 years of my life, 7 of yours."
"Right, because your life is sooo important."
"At least I've fought Nova instead of running behind the scenes like a coward!"
"Oh...oh you do not want to go there."
"Well what if I do? Call it 50/50 and I wont start laying into how much of a chicken you are!"
Molly was distinctly not a part of the group. She was on her phone, scanning social media once again, waiting for the men to cool off.
"...oh? Oh dear..."
There was a video trending. It wasn't very nice.
Location: Everywhere
The TVs were untouched. The internet was the intended target. A video was being circulated and it was the fastest viral video ever to be spread (helped in part by Galactic cyber-soldiers). Every MewTube link was redirected to this video. It was played on every CleFacebook wall, every FleTwitter stream, and was embedded into every Novapedia page. The news outlets didn't have to be hacked. They'd pick up on it soon enough.
The video was of a young boy being tortured by two men in Nova uniforms. The boy was unmistakably Grant Gallowgrass, one of Mewtwo's rebels who had sacrificed himself for the Sevii Islands. It was explicit, it was graphic, it was brutal, and it was played on repeat. A single phrase flashed at the bottom: #NoMore
Location: The Grid
Secc was on the line with Jupiter. On screen he watched a Porygon take form.
"Alright, it's happening," crackled Jupiter through Secc's phone, "I don't know what you're doing, but it's happening. Give me an ETA."
"One minute, maybe sooner if this trends even faster."
Over to the side, Megg was explaining things to Bitt.
"You saw the laser hit right?"
"Yeah, everyone did."
"When it hit, it broke the anti-teleport barrier for a brief moment and in that moment, Galactic teleported in a tower made of concentrated Dream Mist. The tower conducted the blast into the prison structure, but wasn't substantial enough to seriously harm anything...except the ventilation system. The prison goes into automatic lock down when it's under assault. Nothing can get in or out until somebody on the inside sends the all clear signal."
"...did you say Dream Mist?"
"Combined with a mild amnesiac and sedative gas, yeah."
Location: Sky Pillar.
Saturn slept. But his mind was wide awake. Inside a mental construct of the Birth Island Prison, he shared a hallucinogenic dream with hundreds of others. Dream Mist connected them all in a psychic Dream World. Of course, being the only one who knew he was dreaming, he was in complete control.
He watched the boy get tortured. He handled himself very well all things considered. In the real world a Hypno extracted what Saturn saw and posted it to the internet. No harm done to anyone involved, including himself. When that was done, he moved onto the next part of the plan: the actual jail break.
"Wakey wakey!"
He startled most prisoners as he simply appeared in their cell, extended a glowing palm and Wake-up Slapped them hard across the face.
Location: The Grid
"So...why bother with the video?"
"Besides getting the truth out? Secc hacked that hashtag."
"The 'NoMore' one?"
"Yeah. Everything the video is on is public domain. Anyone can post and anyone can see it, and they're the one online source used by both the public and Nova private. So Secc set up a Porygon that transmits itself using that hashtag. And if even a single router is connected to a social network site inside the Prison, our meme appears and we have a Porygon on the inside at the next auto-refresh."
"Wouldn't Nova catch it?"
"If it was in one piece, yes. But it's split up into millions of digital pieces from millions of different sources, too small for Nova to detect. Of course, that would mean we'd need millions of transmitters, but the MewTube link has over 5 million hits already."
Location: Birth Island Prison
*fzt*
A Porygon appeared, hovering over an unconscious guard. The halls were eerily quiet, although there was the occasional yelp of a prisoner being slapped awake. None of that mattered to it though. It floated through the halls (littered with sleeping guards and personnel), and found a proper computer terminal to carry out its prime directive. Uploading....and downloading. Downloading it all.
Location: The Grid
"And that turns off the teleport block and you can get everyone out! Neat!"
"Eh...not quite. Secc wanted to have some more fun than that."
"So what'd he do?"
"He's bringing the whole system down, not just the teleport."
"With just one Porygon? How?"
"It's directing Nova's servers to download all the porn on the internet. I wonder if Maurice likes pop-ups."
"...all...?"
In the background, Secc chuckled.
Location: Birth Island Prison
The teleport shields were down. Galactic and Nova solders alike were teleporting in en masse to assess the situation. Except the Nova soldiers appeared a lot slower...something was seriously taking up most of their bandwidth.
"Move! Move! Move!"
Abras were flocking to groggily awakening prisoners as the Galactic soldiers covered their escape. In a matter of minutes, the cells at Birth Island were empty, and the hospital beds in Lilycove were full.
Location: Sky Pillar
Saturn awoke with a devilish smile.
"Jupiter, I'm pretty sure the world is about to get some new management."
Location: Lilycove Beach.
*tap tap tap*
Nova stands #NoMore
Molly smiled. Good guys: 1. Bad guys: 0.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2014 16:44:14 GMT -6
After hallucinating someone he really did not want to see appearing straight out of nowhere and slapping him in the face, Hugh forced his eyelids open. Once his vision became slightly clearer, he instinctively lashed his arm out at the not-human figure standing right beside his head. The fact that his fist impacted something's jaw alerted him that it was not another hallucination. After his vision became slightly clearer still, he realized that he just punched an Abra in the face. It was fuming at him.
"...Sorry."
Hugh heard a large crashing sound nearby and looked around to see what was going on. Naturally, the most he could tell in his cell was that Meridia was already gone and something was going on outside. The Abra approached Hugh once again, believing in his apology and doing what it was originally set to do.
...Interrupted by a loud smash overhead and a mass of debris falling and smashing against it, causing it to faint. Hugh backpedaled away as a giant golem came crashing down from above. Oblivious to the psychic type it unintentionally KO'd, the Golurk blankly stared at at him briefly before saying something in Poke-tongue and grabbing Hugh.
"H-Hey! Wait!"
The Golurk wasn't listening, as it already began flying away from the prison at high speeds.
"We're under attack!"
"By whom?!"
"I dunno; people and a bunch of Golurk. Doesn't matter, grab a gun and shoot!"
"Someone get those jokers in the torture chamber!"
One Nova soldier did as told and rushed down the stairs. He slammed the doors open.
"Grab a weapon! We're--"
A split second after registering what had happened inside, the grunt was thrown to the floor by a massive backhand. A trio of Golurk, one of them shiny, had somehow Phantom Forced themselves underground without anyone noticing. The boy they brought in was nowhere to be seen. The other occupants, however, were not so fortunate.
The grunt could only gasp as the bloodstained, gray Golurk groaned and extended a hand out to his face.
While waiting for Hilbert, Curtis checked to make sure his guns were in good condition, Cobalion meditated silently to himself, and Keldeo bent downward and scratched at his synthetic horn with his hoof, his displeasure at it still evident. Rosa just sat crouched down giving passing glances to the armory.
I still don't feel confident enough to use a bow again just yet... Hope I won't need it.
Finally, Hilbert arrived back into the room with a pair of revolvers. Curtis slung his own rifle back behind him.
"Ready?" asked Rosa.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 17:08:58 GMT -6
Near the top of Mt. battle, Orre
Austin sat on the rocks. He'd thrown his Cosmic Drive off his arm onto the ground somewhere in the forest. It didn't matter anyway. He,knew it'd find its way back, along with Ace and Shogun, probably.
He stared out over the landscape.
Then he heard it, a cracking sound.
He got up and walked towards the echoed noise.
After following an old trail, he came to a busted up facility. Probably one of the mountain's main attractions back in the day.
He entered and now it was more distinct. It sounded like a rock or crystal cracking,getting ready to break open or shatter.
He followed the noise to the basement. He walked down the last step before looking up.
Once his feet touched the,floor, an overwhelming light shone through,the dark and damp room. Austin covered his eyes.
When he looked again once the light was gone, there were only shattered crystal remains.
.....And a girl....
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2014 19:41:34 GMT -6
After a series of "what the eff is going on?" moments, Joshua startled awake (ignoring the sharp pain that rang out from this rib-area) as he found himself in a hospital bed and in a white room. He heard a lot of rushing about and chatter from numerous people. A doctor ran up to Joshua as he started looking around in a panic.
"It's okay sir, you're safe he--"
"Where am I?!" demanded Joshua. "How did I get here?!"
"Lilycove Hospital", replied the doctor. "you and most of the other prisoners were brought here, though I don't know where--"
Others? Then...
Joshua began pushing himself off the bed. The doctor tried stopping him, but he was shrugged off. Everything hurt, but Joshua limped forward and looked around. His heart skipped a beat after finding who he was looking for. She was dirty, bruised, and no doubt in pain as a result of something done to her, but she was still sitting up in her bed, alive, and looking at him. He rushed over to her and they held each other in the tightest embrace they could muster, a few tears flowing.
"This isn't a dream", muttered Yancy. "It's real... It's really real!"
"I've missed you so much", said Joshua.
Just before the hug could reach "everyone watching start applauding!" levels, Yancy's eyes widened and she gently pushed Joshua to tell him to stop. "Where's Grant?!" she exclaimed. "They-- They took him right after..."
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 20, 2014 2:20:31 GMT -6
Location: Lilycove Beach
"I'll give you a chance to take that back."
Blue stood alongside four Machamp arms, two Scyther blades, two Magmotar arms, a Raichu tail, two Blastoise cannons, and a whole mess of Tentacruel tentacles and Tangrowth vines. He held his arm up in an open palm, as if holding back a raging storm of pokemon aggression.
Eusine smirked, the Beasts at his side, gun in his hand.
"Coward. Cooooooowaaaaard. Look at you! Look at all that...stuff! Why are you wasting time with me when you could be helping the resistance? At least I have an excuse, I'm useless!"
"You presume too much!" Two blasts of water shot from the cannons and were harmlessly absorbed by Suicune. Just warning shots. Eusine smirked. What a temper.
Blue continued, "Unlike some, I don't just sit helplessly and let people important to me die!"
Something nagged at the back of Eusine's mind. He ignored it. "Easier done than said! Heartless git like you."
"Like you're much different? You're just a stray dog without a master! Get back on your leash!"
(Offside, Yveltal detected a large number of souls appear somewhere west of here. She considered vacating. Joanna and Disco were in a sugar coma and Shoegaze watched over them.)
Molly calmly walked between the two men. "Enough is enough guys..."
Blue shouted, "Molly, move! I need to teach him some respect."
Suicune tried to nudge her away, as Eusine commented, "Girl, you need to find some better company. I got this."
But Molly didn't budge. "No, I got both of you. Eusine...stand down. Be the better man."
"...can't argue there." Eusine pocketed the gun.
Molly turned to face Blue. "Your turn."
"Professor Hale, with utmost respect, I need to tech this punk a lesson."
"Professor Oak, with utmost respect...you'll have to go through me first."
"...wait, did you say Oak?"
"Hold on. You don't know who this is?"
Eusine called up at Yveltal, "He said his name was Gary but-"
"Dude. The hair! I didn't know humans were that dumb. You were calling him a coward, I thought you knew. That's Blue Oak. He abandoned the Mewtwo rebels about half a year ago..."
Yveltal prattled on as Blue fumed. The former faction leader shook in anger before pointing across the sand at her and his armament of pokemon took aim.
"BIRD! SHUT! UP!"
Molly leapt to accommodate Blue's change of direction. She was in the way, but the attacks were loosed regardless. Fire, Water, and Lightning streaked towards the girl and hit the ground around her.
"MOLLY!" Eusine yelled as the beasts dashed towards her, but they were too slow. Billows of sand flew into the air as the attacks exploded point blank, and then dropped to the ground, revealing an unscathed Molly surrounded by a fading glow. Eusine was in the middle of wondering what happened when she spoke.
"Blue. Stop. Calm down. I'll be here waiting for you."
Blue's hands were trembling. Lots of emotions were involved with that. He looked like he was about to scream, but he teleported away before anyone heard it.
"...Kawkawkaw! Humans. What a soap opera."
Eusine looked around (half noticing the young girl who slept through all this), and turned back to Molly.
"Care to explain what just happened. And was that seriously Blue Oak? Like...how did I not see it this whole time?"
Before Molly could answer, Yveltal interjected.
"That display was sufficient value. Regigigas is trying to rebuild his family. That's all you need to know."
Eusine blinked, decided to ignore that, and took Molly by the shoulders.
"Explain. Please. I might need a drink soon."
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 20, 2014 4:10:46 GMT -6
Some time later, Hugh was lying on a bed in the Realgam Medical Wing, the Golurk from earlier having brought him here (at a window's expense) before jetting away to who-knows-where. A doctor with a Chansey had already healed him with Softboiled, so the pain and a majority of the wounds he had a few moments prior were mostly subsided. Now, he was wordlessly watching a news channel (not DELPHOX, fortunately) as they did a live report of what was happening at Birth Island.
Hugh's hands started trembling as the news report continued. A helicopter or a drone with a camera showed vague footage of a battle between Nova soldiers and an "unidentifiable" group that Hugh recognized as Galactic, with an occasional Golurk appearing out of nowhere and attacking Nova soldiers and a few Galactic soldiers that accidentally shot them (probably identifying them as a hostile threat as a result). The reporters commented that they've received unconfirmed word that the prisoners were somehow relocated away from the prison, and briefly mentioned a viral video they weren't allowed to show on-air and something about a ray of god. The caption changed to "Prisoners rescued by unknown saviors?"
"I don't know what's going on", said the doctor looking over Hugh, "but those guys have done a hell of a deed... Though you'd probably know that more than I do."
Hugh gripped the bedsheets tightly before suddenly throwing them back and standing up. "I'll be right back."
"What?!" exclaimed the doctor. "But you're not completely healed yet! You should--"
"I know, dammit!" retorted Hugh. He quickly calmed himself a bit, but his voice was still shaken. "Just... I just want to walk around a bit. Clear my head, know that this is real, etc. Besides, Mewtwo will probably come in here any second now with questions, so I want to... not feel overwhelmed when he does."
"...Fine", said the nurse. "But I want you here no later than in twenty minutes!"
Hugh didn't reply as he walked a brisk pace out of there.
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Hugh didn't know where he was anymore. He remembered wandering into an elevator, pressing a random button, and then continuing to aimlessly wander around the tower, the many glances directed his way and murmurs from the peanut gallery ignored. Eventually, he just found a waiting room of sorts that was full of people crowding around the TV at the other side of the room. Thankfully, they failed to notice him. He didn't want the attention anyway. He took a seat and stared at the carpet flooring with a distant, empty gaze.
Family's dead and hometown's gone because of me. I have no friends. My Pokemon dead or worse. My former team...annihilated. No one gives a Rattata's ass. Mewtwo wants to ally with them. They're going to become heroes after this... Get away with it... Me?
...I'm nothing. Useless. A random nobody thrown aside. I don't matter. I can't avenge my friends or family. I have nothing to keep going on for. I'm not even good enough to be a soldier of note. Doubt anyone would take me in anyway... Much less miss me if I disappear... What's the use?
Hugh sighed and leaned his head back. His gaze turned to the side, and he noted that someone left a gun unattended on the counter. The news broadcast was more important, clearly.
How careless. Anyone could just grab it...
Hugh silently stared at the unattended gun until in the corner of his gaze, he saw movement. Specifically, a woman with orange hair, a short white dress, and a jacket over her shoulders stepping out of the supply closet, looking around, and then walking the opposite way. Hugh was about to turn his attention away until he noticed that the door to the closet wasn't closed properly. Hugh looked at the opening left ajar, taking a few seconds before he snapped out of his trance.
...Hm?
Seeing something odd, namely what appeared to be movement, he looked around to see no employees looking his way. He scurried past the front counter and peered into the closet after seeing a toppled mop being to blame for the door not closing correctly.
What the...
Hugh saw the same woman that stepped out earlier hogtied on the floor with rope and gagged with a cloth. Seeing her struggling, Hugh pieced together what was going on and cursed.
S***!
Seeing as the infiltrator already had a head start, Hugh bolted after him or her instead of wasting precious time assisting the woman (though he left the door wide open for someone else to notice and take care of in his stead). A number of expletives ran through his mind for various things; going after a dangerous individual unarmed being one of them. Then again, he really didn't have a whole lot of options.
After a period of silence, the person at the other side of the suit's communications suddenly barked into the microphone and ordered the infiltrator double-time grabbing the Zygarde egg at any cost. Not used to hearing him raise his voice like he did during a mission, the infiltrator knew that whatever happened, it was extremely important.
Not even bothering to learn the name of the woman she was impersonating now, she sped-walked toward the waypoint. A breeder holding a clipboard approached her, but only managed to say "Brig--" before she knocked him unconscious with a single blow to the neck. A few steps more, and she found herself in front of a blast door, the arrow in her HUD pointing past it.
Seeing as I've thrown subtlety out already.
She quickly adjusted some settings in her gauntlet to have the suit emulate the Ground type and punched right through the middle of the blast door, disregarding the electric currents that served as the security measure. She punched through with her other hand and forced the door open, greatly bending the right side slide. Alarms began blaring and an automatic turret appeared in front of her. Before a single bullet could get fired though, it was already sliced in two, as she had already sliced it with her blade. She located the target in a fortified egg case of sorts, next to a number of equipment meant to monitor it. She grabbed the capsule and tore it away from the cables connecting to it.
"Extract!" she called out.
"Executing."
*Thump thump thump thump*
She turned around after realizing that the sounds she was hearing were coming from behind her and rapidly getting louder. She didn't get a good look at the person who ran and tackled her right before the extraction teleported her, the egg, and the unwanted hitchhiker away. She only got a glimpse of what looked like a Qwilfish.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 20:03:16 GMT -6
The girl had long black hair with a few purple streaks. She wore Denim jeans and a fallen Purple bureau. Her skin was snow white.
Austin regained his senses. He looked at the girl for a moment before turning to walk away. He took a few steps up the stairs.
Not my problem.
" That's right turn away the girl like the monster you are! Hahahahahah!"
"I AM NOT A MONSTER!!!!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears began flowing down his cheeks. His face was enntirely red. He turned back to the girl,fuming.
He stared at her unconscious body for a few minutes before sighing.
Austin walked over to the girl and began lifting her onto his back. She wasn't heavy like Austin expected. Whilst she had a small frame it was obviously not unatheltic. Before leaving he took,bits of leftover crystal. The journey back to Realgam would be a long one.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 22, 2014 6:13:01 GMT -6
Somehow, he knew he was completely and utterly screwed even before he connected with the tackle.
Hugh knew those egg cases were stronger than they looked, so he wasn't particularly worried about the fact that the infiltrator dropped it after being tackled. He was worried about the fact that he didn't hear the sound of it hitting the floor in Realgam, however. Especially so when he touched the ground to pick himself right up after the tackle and felt grass.
His initial game plan (planned within milliseconds) was to back up to give space between himself and the infiltrator (staying on top of them to pummel them being a bad idea seeing as they were strong enough to toss blast doors off their hinges) and take up a fighting stance to prepare for... whatever. Turns out that was a worse idea than he envisioned, and the woman vaulted right back to her feet. Her image turned into static briefly as the disguise was shed to reveal a feminine figure in a bodysuit and a helmet whose large visor seemed to have an "E" engraved on it. She held what appeared to be a sword hilt, which extended a thin slice of metal about shortsword-length. The area around the metal slice then illuminated orange, some form of energy (plasma?) originating from the metal slice. With a burst of agility, she brought the sword upward and lunged forward.
Hugh had a split second to dodge. As he moved to the right, he could hear the droning of the laser blade as it was thrust just inches away from his face. Hugh spun as he brought his back against a tree. The infiltrator also spun around and swung the blade horizontally. Hugh barely ducked as the blade missed him, cutting a straight line right through the tree behind him like a hot knife through butter. Deciding that he can't possibly do anything that can't be considered more stupid at that point, Hugh grabbed her sword arm and tried bringing the full force of his elbow against her arm. The good news was that she dropped her weapon. The bad news was that she did it on purpose. She swung her arm forward to pull Hugh off balance before grabbing him from behind and bringing him hard down to the ground. She darted for her weapon and knelt down to bring it inches from Hugh's neck. Lying face-up, all Hugh could do was hold his breath and brace for the inevitable.
Instead, the infiltrator simply held him in checkmate, not finishing the job, but not letting him go either. Aside from the subtle tilt of the head, she didn't move.
"What's the matter?" grunted Hugh. "Do it!"
Another tilt of the head before her visor turned to static. A pair of seconds later, the "E" was replaced with an "X".
"You there, lad", said a oldish, male voice that did not at all fit the feminine figure it was coming from. "What's your name?"
"Who wants to know?" retorted Hugh.
"Come now, I've stopped Essentia here from lopping your head right off. The least you could to is answer a few questions."
"...Hugh. It's Hugh."
"Hugh", echoed the man. "Hugh... Ah yes, I remember you! You were all over the news last week! A brave thing, you did."
"Easy with the praise", said Hugh. "Not that I was blackmailed or anything, but I didn't see much of a choice at the time."
"Hmm, yes... Tell me, by any chance, did it have anything at all to do with that one lie you made in your speech?"
Hugh tensed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"It was right at the beginning", continued the man. "Something about being a 'high ranking' member. Come now, we both know the only 'high rank' in Yveltal's food chain besides the turkey herself is admin, and Silver's been pushing up daisies for quite a while now."
Hugh scoffed. "Let me guess, you're ex-Yveltal too? Maybe a Nova member in the know-how of the resistances? Or is this something Galactic's cooked up; distract everyone with a heroic prison break, make off with valuable Mewtwo cargo?"
"Eh... None of the above, but A for effort", replied the man. "On the contrary; I outright loathe Galactic and the things they've done. I don't particularly have anything against Mewtwo either, they just had something useful for us. And of course, I would not mind wiping Nova off the face of the Earth either."
"What's the egg good for?" asked Hugh. "You went through a lot of risk going for it, and they won't be happy about losing it."
"What?!" exclaimed the man. "You-- well, unless my informants were wrong for the second time today... Anyway; you delivered it as a favor to Galactic without even knowing what it was?! I bet you manhandled the poor thing with your dirty fingers not out of malice, but of stupid ignorance!"
Informants? Within Galactic?
"If you got a point", rebutted Hugh, "make it."
"The 'point' is that the egg contains Zygarde, you daft imbecile!" Even though the infiltrator (Essentia?) didn't budge from her hold on Hugh, he could tell that the person talking was performing a series of exaggerated gestures of exasperation. "Do you have any idea what Essen-- I mean, we've gone through in order to grab that thing?! We had to kill Nova admin Jay for it before Galactic yoinked it from under our noses, for crying out loud!"
Wait, they killed Jay?! Sure, that would explain why no one's heard from him for a while, but...
"Okay fine", said Hugh. "That explains the 'what', what about the 'why'?"
"Use your head, lad!" said the man. "Zygarde's mere presence weakens Xerneas and Yveltal significantly! We can use it to strike back against Neo-Yveltal! And from what I believe, I'd think you would want to see that more than anything; what with all the 'being thrown aside' and 'they killed everyone and no one cares' that happened."
"...Tempting", said Hugh. "But why me? Why are you bothering to try to recruit me?"
"Because, quite frankly, I'm too old to take to the front lines. My genius can only go so far with my second-rate health. You have ambition, you have the drive of revenge, you can contact half an army of ex-Yveltal remnants if you wanted to, you're perfect!"
"That must be an awfully good spy network of yours", said Hugh. "...Then again, we were always too lax on new recruits, and that Galactic shadow guy mentioned integrating some of the old team into their ranks."
"Ahh! You catch on quickly!" said the man. "Truth be told, it was blind luck that allowed me this opportunity, and they're the most I have now. See, I used to have some in Xerneas too, but seeing as they merged with the army helmed by the mind-reading clone of a fetus, I decided to covertly--"
Flashback: A Few Days Ago
Xerneas (now Mewtwo) Corporal Ringo ducked his head down as an explosion went off near him. He dove behind a tree for cover.
Damn Nova ambush! How did they know we were--
Ringo's thoughts drifted elsewhere as he saw a band of Xerneas soldiers running away in scattered routes instead of staying and fighting. Ringo yelled out in rage at them.
"YOU COWAAAAAAAARDS!!!"
Another explosion brought his attention away from the deserters as he leaned out of cover and returned fire.
"--extract them without anyone the wiser before anything could happened."
"Still--"
"Also, my genius had the foresight to build a prototype armor for my hypothetical new leader armed with weaponry and technology the likes of which are only a slight tier below Nova admin grade armor. Surely, one's lack of remarkable combat prowess is nothing to fear!"
It's like he can read minds.
"...Tell you what", said Hugh, "let's talk more about it in person. Then I'll decide what to think."
"Splendid! It would be much easier to explain in detail why Galactic must fall then. Now, Essentia, will you please escort this man to our base of operations?"
The woman finally spoke as static returned to her visor and the "X" reverted back to the "E". "Yes."
Essentia deactivated the blade and stepped off of Hugh, giving him a hand up. She went over to the fallen egg case, brushed it a bit, and then walked into the forest surrounding them.
"Follow me", she said.
Hugh followed.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 29, 2014 5:36:25 GMT -6
Essentia, holding the Zygarde egg, led Hugh through the woods (she didn't answer when he asked what region they were in, much less the Route number) a mildly long trek away from where she was originally teleported to. Probably, Hugh reasoned, so that their teleport signatures don't expose their lair or something should anyone check. It was just a guess, though.
Throughout the trek, Hugh attempted to ask his guide questions and try to make small talk.
"How long ago did you fight Jay?"
"Are you strong naturally, or is it because of your suit?"
"You know, you've gone this long without mentioning my hair. Kudos."
All three times, her response was silence. Hugh eventually gave up trying to strike conversation.
Some couple of minutes later, Essentia stopped next to a cliff-face. She pressed the back of her hand against a stone and an hologram projection of a rock wall fizzled out, revealing a narrow crack in the wall leading into a cave.
"Get inside."
Hugh looked inside the cave. It was a tight entrance, but nothing he couldn't get through with effort. He turned to the side and began squeezing himself through.
"Keep going strait and watch your step", instructed Essentia.
"Aren't you following?" asked Hugh.
"Move along", she ordered.
Hugh shrugged internally and pressed onward.
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Hugh had time to think as he carefully maneuvered himself through the dark cave. At least the cave was wider further in.
I feel like I'm being pushed along this road whether I like it or not. I don't even know what I'm doing. Do I hear him out and ask questions, or do I just be obedient until I get a chance to be able to defend myself and run over to... where, exactly? Mewtwo?
Hugh sighed and soldiered onward. Eventually, he saw a light above a small terminal. Hugh pressed the lone button and was nearly blinded as bright lights overhead turned on, revealing a blast door in front of him. A monitor above the terminal flickered to life, showing someone's eye looking through the blue-tinted screen, flicking slightly. A loud clang shot out and the door opened. Hugh stepped inside to find himself inside a large laboratory of sorts. Some servers were placed to the side, circuitry everywhere (obviously not laid out by professionals as they were sometimes directly in the way), about six different computers in different points of the room, a lot of monitors mounted on the wall showing information Hugh did not understand, large individual maps of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Orre, Sinnoh, Unova, some smaller foreign regions, and even past and present day Kalos took up a wall with various markings and notes pasted on there, mostly movements the resistances are making, some notes on Nova territories (like something about a serum being manufactured in Flower Paradise, scratched out with black marker), and flags with pictures of various legendary Pokemon tacked onto various points, such as Mewtwo, Cobalion, Keldeo, and Zekrom flags in Realgam and a Yveltal flag apparently in Lilycove.
Hugh made sure not to trip over a cable as he walked further into the lab. He noticed someone sitting behind a large number of terminals and monitors rising up and walking around to approach Hugh. He was overweight, had red/orange hair, and had a hand covered in a rubber glove.
Man he's ugly.
"Hugh, I presume?" said the man. "Goodness, those Nova barbarians have really done a number on you, especially considering you were probably healed at some point due to being able to walk and try to pick a fight with Essentia the way you did."
"You know who I am", replied Hugh. "Who are you?"
"Ahh yes, how rude of me." He cleared his throat. "I am Professor Frederick Xerosic, though I prefer to merely be referred to as Xerosic. Come, take a seat. Would you like a drink? I can call my--."
"I'll pass, thanks", said Hugh. He took a seat to a rolling chair that Xerosic gestured towards. "I'd ask if you were sure you were serious about fighting Galactic, but looking around, I can see you probably meant it."
"Yes, well", said Xerosic. "Truth of the matter is that I have been monitoring the war for quite some time now. Of course, my target was originally Nova, much like the other resistances, but circumstances have convinced me to shift priorities."
"If you were also against Nova, why didn't you join one of the resistances?" asked Hugh. "It's not like you didn't have options to choose from."
"The thought crossed my brilliant mind once or twice", answered Xerosic. "But I've ultimately decided against doing so. I'm afraid my current mission is a... ah... delicate matter, and I had rather refrain from drawing unneeded attention towards it. At least, that was my initial reasoning. Now it's different and oh-so inconvenient for me."
Hugh's interest was starting to rise slightly. "What is it? Wait, let me guess. Galactic did something?"
"Quite right. And that something is related to what I had feared. Seeing as Xerneas has assimilated into Mewtwo and the latter is likely not opposed to an alliance with Neo-Yveltal, I was afraid Essentia and I were on our own."
He's not wrong about Mewtwo... Whatever this guy's motive is, I suddenly want to know what it is. If nothing else, I can at least come back to Mewtwo with intel on potentially dangerous individuals.
"Fine then", said Hugh. "What is it? What did Galactic do that was so heinous that they're your targets and not Nova? Hell, if you were against Nova, why be against Galactic? As much as I hate to say it, they're pretty damn capable; more than... more than we would have been, even. They've probably cemented themselves as good guys because of the prison break, anyway."
"Where is your spine, lad?!" retorted Xerosic suddenly. "No lieutenant of mine should have their own morale so low!"
"But-"
Xerosic coughed, and then took a deep breath. "Very well. Allow me to explain slowly. Do you honestly believe they've arranged that prison break out of the goodness of their own hearts?"
Hugh thought a bit. "Well probably not completely, but I doubt any of us were such important individuals on our own to change the tide of the war--"
"The answer is not at all!" exclaimed Xerosic. "Think about it: Seven noble martyrs about to be put to death after doing the ultimate sacrifice. But wait! What's this? Why, it's the brilliant, heroic Galactic, come to free these brave martyrs from their torment! They are truly the greatest! Down with Nova, praise to Galactic!"
Hugh tried to keep up with the professor's over-enthusiasm. "So what you're saying is..."
"It's a PR stunt! After this, they'll be seen as the noblest of heroes and Mewtwo and Xerneas will be suckling their teats to be on their side!" Xerosic's fist clenched. "They'll be so blinded and distracted by their glory that they will fail to see the atrocity Galactic has caused!"
I guess that DOES make sense...
Hugh remained silent, waiting for Xerosic to go on.
"...Tell me, lad", said Xerosic. "Do you know anything about your 'rescue'? How it was performed, I mean."
"Not much", said Hugh. "Apparently they meant to teleport us somewhere using Abras, but some random Golurk came out of nowhere and carried me over to the Realgam sickbay before Phantom Forcing away."
"I see", said Xerosic. "In that case, allow me to show it to you."
He stood up from his seat and walked over to his desks to pick up a laptop. Hugh noticed that one of the monitors were displaying what appeared to be Essentia's status, judging by a measure of heart rate he could faintly make out.
"In the meantime", said Xerosic, "How much do you know about Kalos history; King AZ's war, to be specific."
"Mostly the basics", replied Hugh. "The King's Pokemon died in the war, and created a machine to bring it back to life. But in his madness, he converted it into a weapon and obliterated one or both sides of the war. Most other records since then were lost, though."
"Correct", said Xerosic. "Ahh, here we go." Xerosic showed Hugh the laptop as it played a viral video of a giant laser from above struck something in the area of Birth Island.
Hugh stood agape. "What in the..."
"They struck a construct of Dream Mist to mess with the prison's ventilation system", explained Xerosic. His tone of voice was trying to keep normal, but Hugh knew he was seething in rage. "But that is not what is important. They've unearthed a relic that should've stayed unearthed; never to be used again."
"Wait", said Hugh. "Don't tell me--"
Xerosic pressed a key on the laptop. The screen with the video minimized and a screenshot of what undoubtedly a large, silvery, almost flower-like construction on the moon with the same laser from the video firing out of it. His voice trembled with rage. "They've reactivated and used the Ultimate Weapon! An abomination of a construction capable of untold death and destruction, and every one else is too busy cheering their Arceusdamn praises for their so-called 'selfless act' to notice what they can do! That thing can bring Goldenrod and Realgam to ruin within minutes, possibly seconds!"
Hugh's hands began trembling once Xerosic's words set in. "Then... you were..."
Xerosic closed the laptop and nodded. "Yes. I had intended to use Zygarde to locate and destroy the Ultimate Weapon for good before Nova-- or anyone else for that matter -- could have a chance to use it. However, I've done some miscalculations and underestimations and... I've failed to do so." He shook his head solemnly. "They may claim to be heroes, but you and I both know that after butchering your old team with little regard for their lives, one simply cannot turn a new leaf so quickly. They have ulterior motives... And the motives should be clear.
"Yveltal..." grumbled Hugh.
"What she probably wants: a harvest of death...Genocide. After all, that was what she intended, sending your old team to die; whether by throwing themselves against Nova or allowing Galactic to slaughter them. She only wanted Nova out of the picture for her own safety.
...I believe I've made my case. What say you, Hugh? Shall we join forces to combat the threat hidden in plain sight? Will you be my lieutenant?"
Hugh mumbled something.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Xerosic.
Hugh suddenly stood up and punched the wall nearby. "When do we get started?!"
Xerosic chuckled. "Patience", he said. "We have much to arrange. But first, let us start slowly, yes? You probably want to have a tour of our new working conditions first."
As Xerosic walked toward another computer, Hugh stood there clenching his fist.
I was going to play along until I got the armor and blasted my way out of here, but now...
I'm not going to sit by as they do this!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 20:00:06 GMT -6
The journey down the mountain wasn't an easy one, even with the girl being light weight. Her breathing was soft. Austin fought every urge to abandon her and put her out of her misery. He would not let anything turn him into a murderer. He whispered to himself and to the mirror him/clone that walked besdie him. He wouldn't stop trying to convince Austin that he was some monster and deserved a horrible death. Austin didn't neccisarily disagree with his other self on the death part. After what felt like years of sweating, pain, a sprained ankle, and a lonely dark and refelctive trek, Austin finally returned to Realgam. The guard buzzed him through, becoming used to his spontaneous visits and odd carry-ons.
Austin headed for the Realgam Med Wing and got the girl settled in after talking to his former Nurse Glerda.
He sat in a chair beside her bed. He waited there and shifted in his seat. Eventually a sleep found. It wasn't a peaceful sleep by any means. He woke up sweating alot later.
"You shouldn't have come back. You're just going to hurt more people here. Noone understands you. They're obviously hiding something from you."
Austin looked into his reflection's/clone's eyes."You're right. But I don't give a ****, anymore."
Austin drifted off to sleel once more, staring at the lovely girl who'd found her way into his life. What would this girl change?Could she even change anything in his life?Of course not was the answer he knew was right. He was kidding himself at this point. His eyes closed shut just as the girl's twitched slightly. A movement that he could've been simply inagining.
For the first time and possibly last in a long long time, his sleep was dreamless. It was a gift from Arceus himself.
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