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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 2:23 pm
N looked back and shot a glare at Luka, before his eyes softened up. While he did not like being called a vandal, Luka did have a point. Many of the relics were sacred. Some were skeletons of extinct or rare pokemon. Others were from ancient cultures in a time where pokemon and humans truly lived in harmony. Although N could have cared less about many of the more recent additions to the museum, there was a level of sanctity that needed to be respected.
"Fall back."
Mid shot, Tympole closed it's mouth and fell to the ground. The Muddy Water attack would slash onto the ground in front of Spike harmlessly as Tympole bounded back to N's side. The green haired trainer reached down and caressed the tadpole's head, and the water type created a strange noise via vibration in approval.
"You have honored what reputation I have expected from you," he told Takamaru. "Right now, it seems that my friends and I are not strong enough to save all the pokemon in the world. But is see what the missing piece of this equation is. The variable that I seek is power...enough power to make anyone agree with me and see what I see."
The rain was beginning to let up as the rainbow Blackbird had spotted before solidified brightly in the sky. N looked up at the gorgeous sight. Just one more thing he couldn't allow humans to take for granted. "The legendary dragon that, along with the hero, helped create Unova. That is what power I need. Soon, I will get that power."
N then looked at Takamaru and Luka. He smiled at them genuinely, although it formed a sort of dissonance with what he spoke about. In that way, it was a little unsettling. "And one that day, we can all be friends."
On that note, he turned and left, the Tympole bounding besides him. Zero, invisible to nearly every sense except perhaps touch and the sixth one, followed in suit behind her green haired trainer towards the pokemon center.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 2:36 pm
Luka let a victorious smirk cross his lips. He listened to the drivel that the green haired guy spoke. It wasn't possible to get the power that helped to create Unova. Scientists had been trying to create the Higgs boson particle for years, they didn't believe in the Arceus myth, of course they didn't. Gods don't exist in Science. The Higgs boson, the first particle to ever exist, apparently. That's what they wanted to find, but they hadn't succeeded so far and they were never likely to. This guy wanted power the like of which none had ever seen, apart from the hero of myth, but it wasn't possible. Luka was a bit of a romantic and he loved to think that myths were real, but, you had to be realistic in these situations. Clearly, the green haired guy was delusional. No other way to describe it. He was insane.
Exhaling deeply, Luka turned around and headed towards his house. He'd stopped such disrespect to the Museum and now he needed to see his family.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 2:46 pm
((Haha, even if N can actually get the dragon, he's still totally nuts))
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 2:48 pm
((I wouldn't say that N is actually nuts. He acts how he has been taught to act. He thinks he works like a normal human being even though he doesn't. He's not insane, just, confused. Also, I love dramatic irony. biggrin It's so fun to implement. XD))
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 3:00 pm
Robert picked up the empty bowls and tea cups, stacking them on the tray. "Well that was a pretty good light meal." Robert spoke before he looked out sky from the window. "Looks like the rain's passed on. That should make you happy Garnet." he teased his Combusken. He knew she didn't care much for rain. In battles, they were unavoidable and she'd tough it out, but when possible, she preferred to keep dry. Robert headed from the cafeteria and to the main lobby. There was still more training to do. He wanted to train with all three of his Pokemon in order to get himself ready for the tournament.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 4:10 pm
[h-...help me....] cried the little thing. Melty considered.
Then torched the last Munna of the dream yard.
[Nope.]
He carried on his way then, exploring the ruins, avoiding the puddles, the drips of water from the ceiling. Then he saw it, a memorial of sorts. Melty smirked.
[Ah sentimental things. They are so precious, full of emotion. But they lack a certain little something.]
He advanced on it, considered it, its structure, what it meant, who built it.
Then he torched the thing.
[They lack being on fire.]
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 6:09 pm
Robby had long since given up on David and his breakfast offer, and during the time of the rain had decided to try riding the coach. The result? The coach broke down very little ways outside of the town, and the obese lad had been told "not to bother waiting on the next one." Robby walked onwards, as a result, through the rain, munching his chips, much as Wayne had. But slower.
Now the obese lad was in sight of Nacrene, eyes focused on it as he munched on the sour cream and onion flavored chips, with Bacon there to heat him with the flames of Flame Charge. At the same time, he was cooking a rather delicious lillipup that had been seen as they'd walked by having the fighting/fire type carry it. The meal would be ready by the time they reached Nacrene...
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:01 pm
((I can't believe Robby would give up on breakfast, offer or no. I guess designating mealtimes is pretty pointless when you're always eating))
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:09 pm
((David actually did have breakfast, which means Robby was there, cause he followed him. Robby just didn't have enough breakfast, so he moved on to the next town to have that said breakfast.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:50 pm
Saden grimaced as he heard the news. His spheal was taken by Team Plasma. He grunted through the pain, "s**t! Do we have any idea where plasma is headed?" Though medical attention seemed like the best option, he wouldn't be able to take it if he had any leads one where he would find his spheal. He couldn't waste any time letting them get away.
He stumbled as he tried to walk back to Straiton for care. Though he was obviously struggling, he refused Henrietta's help, "No, I can do it on my own. Straiton's not too far away." He continued to move forward, pain pulsing through his body with every step.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:54 pm
"N-no, we have no leads," she said. Henrietta, unable to simply watch him suffer, moved in front of him and said. "I-i'll find help, just wait."
Only, she didn't have to run off. Because Avan had gone to the dream yard. Only, he didn't seem to notice them as he strolled away. Gone, it would seem, without noticing the injured people on the side of the road. That, however, didn't stop Henrietta from saying, "h-hello! h-help!"
((Note: pay attention to surroundings, razz ))
Henrietta then turned to Saden. Well, that was out of the picture.
"H-hum, l-let me h-help you, p-please."
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:06 pm
((********, Robby's going to eat all the breakfast in Nacrene City.))
As Robert walked down the hall of the pokemon center, Salieri rounded the corner with Chen Zhen. Tripping over her own toes for a moment, she stumbled forward and her shoulder bumped into the blue haired trainer’s.
“Ey man, give-a girl some space ‘ere. I-I gotta go an’ train to beat ‘em all up later-on, yanno?” the red flushed girl slurred in a sharp exhale as she continued on in her drunken stupor, bumping into the pokemon center’s glass doors as they opened for her. Her Pansage followed in a curved line after his trainer.
N's Tympole had gone back into the swamplands near the Pinwheel Forest, and the green haired trainer walked into the pokemon center, just missing Salieri as she went off in a different direction. While he acknowledged that medical services for free were in no doubt a good thing, he still found some detest for the establishment. It only promoted more pokemon training.
Still, it had it's purpose, and N would have to use it for the time being. He went to the soda machine, taking out a few pokedollars. Lemonade was Zero's favorite drink, and he was all out. So he inserted some money into the slot and pressed the Lemonade button.
There was a whirring noise, and suddenly his pokedollars slid back out of the soda machine. N's eyes narrowed into a bitter gaze at the contraption, and he could hear his Zorua friend tap her foot while waiting. He swiped his money back out, pressed it flat against the machine, and then put it back in.
The pokedollars were spit back out. N repeated the process. Twice. The equation of this machine's success is off. Still, he would not give in. He had to help his pokemon friend. She must have her lemonade.
[It's no big deal,] she muttered quietly so as to be unheard. Anyone else in passing may possibly hear a faint growling noise, but they'd probably dismiss the invisible pokemon as a phantom noise, a figment of their imagination.
“I shall not fail here. Not now,” he responded as he tried again. The machine whirred, and finally a *ding* of approval was heard. N’s eyes lit up as the lemonade began to tip over towards the exit hatch at the bottom of the machine. Just when it got close, the machine stopped. The lemonade was stuck between the conveyor belt device and the glass.
N’s looked at the machine with a blank face. “…I have the power to solve this equation.”
With a serenely expressionless look, he grabbed both sides of the vending machine and began to shake it violently. Zero rolled her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 6:20 am
((The Great Breakfast Famine of 2011. It made the history books))
"Telekinesis," the trainer commanded with a bored tone. And with this, the can N was so desperately trying to rescue from the vending machine would be lifted away from its entrapment and into the slot where it was supposed to end up, free for the mystery trainer to take.
"Hey Norbert," Wayne said, standing a short distance away with his hands in his pockets, Solosis sitting by his side, "Guess that makes us even for the other day."
He was referring to the time N gave him a vending machine drink for free. Wayne didn't exactly like N, mostly cause he thought it was weird that people like Salieri adored him, so he didn't want to be in the man's debt no matter how small the favor was.
"Enjoy," he said with a rising tone as he turned to leave. When out of earshot, he whispered to Solosis, "Did you make sure to shake it up good?"
[Yep!]
"Awesome."
This too, was part of training.
***
A shower. Jesus Christ.
[Hey, hey,] Solosis hissed quickly, [I heard- that when humans go in there- they- they start singing.]
[Ow. Ow. I d-don't kn-know! Ow! Q-quit it!]
Sitting on the bed, waiting for Wayne to be done in the trainer apartment's shower, Solosis made it a habit of poking Petilil, tugging on her leaves and when he was bored, call her names. Hitmonlee sat in the corner, watching it going on but simply not caring.
[Hey, hey!] Poke. Tug. Pull. [Do you think- you think Wayne's gonna start singing?]
[N-no...]
[You sound- you sound pretty confident about that- know somethin' we don't?]
[N-no! Ow! Q-quit i~~t! Hitmonle~~~~e!]
Hitmonlee narrowed his eyes silently and Petilil flinched, looking down at the duvet, scared. Caught between a giant single cell organism and a hard place.
[W-when Wayne gets here h-he's gonna-]
[Gonna what- neeeeeerd!] Solosis shifted his outer membrane into little knuckles and began drilling either side of Petilil's head. And she squealed. Hitmonlee looked away, frowning.
Bomf!
The cloud of Sleep Powder shot out of the grass type's bulb, scattering tiny grains that would sink through permeable surfaces and quickly send the victim to sleep. Solosis was out like a light, down and drooling. Petilil backed away. N-no wait. I-I didn't mean...
And the background noise of rushing water halted. Petilil looked over to the bathroom door. Inside, Wayne was stepping out of the shower, water dripping from his body as he stared into the steamed up mirror. He felt better for that. Physically, at least. He hung his head, hair shifting with gravity and creating a point for water to rapidly drain off and into the sink.
"What's the point?" he muttered, grabbing the towel from the side and throwing it into his face as he stood up. He made to quickly dry his hair but slowed almost immediately, gritting his teeth.
Petilil saw that her trainer was finally done with the bathroom. Though only half dressed. His hand swotted the lightswitch and the ceiling lights extinguished the room into darkness. Wayne fell forward onto the bed, Petilil scurrying to the side to make way.
With his face buried, Wayne looked really odd to her. She peered over. He wasn't normally like this.
[Wh-what's wrong?] she asked, though he'd never be able to understand her. But when the trainer didn't reply, she looked down.
[Leave him,] Hitmonlee said, his voice dry and gravelly for a pokémon. Petilil looked over, [Humans are so weak. All it takes is on little push,] Petilil followed Hitmonlee's words back down to Wayne, [and they're beyond saving.]
Petilil stared at her trainer. Hitmonlee was right. This was pathetic. She nodded, closed her eyes, and scurried away slowly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:18 am
Saden shook his head as he tried to move further to the city, "I'm good. We're pretty vlose to Straiton so it shouldn't be a problem."
However after several steps, the pain became unbearable. He soon grasped a pokeball and released his sneasel, "Xavier, can you help me here?"
The sneasel nodded and grabbed Saden's arm, dragging him to Straiton. Unfortunately, Xavier didn't pay attention to the condition of the road, giving Saden a rough ride that probably hurt more than it would've to walk. But, the sneasel moved with great speed like the rest of his species, so it wasn't long before he had dragged his trainer, now in much more pain than before, to the edge of Straiton City.
Saden grunted in pain, "Xavier! Why would you think that was a good idea? s**t, that hurt!"
The sneasel just shrugged. It got him over here didn't it? After all, beggars can't be choosers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 7:30 am
"B-but," was Henrietta's protest but then Saden was gone. Dragged away by his Pokemon. Apparently, Henrietta was so unqualified the man would rather take an even more painful root to get away from her faster than to let her help.
Was she repulsive? Henrietta, briefly, recalled being called cute. Not that it mattered now. Apparently she was someone to run away from. Was it something on her face? She stood there pondering these things in the rain, suddenly feeling miserable.
"H-hum..." Shoulders slumped, she'd turn and return to the dream yard to retrieve Melty.
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