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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:58 pm
"Hmm? No, Mayer doesn't talk," Salieri explained absentmindedly between breaths while she inflated the balloon. "He's got his Psychic telepathy thing going on. It freaks me out too, I know. But don't worry, he can't probe you or anything wild like that. He only opens up a channel in your head for back and forth communication, like a radio."
The balloon finally inflated fully, floating around the level of Salieri's head and not much higher. The Battle Girl cocked her head to one side. "You think D-Vee would like this? Hmmm, I wonder..."
She released Chen Zhen, who's eyes immediately started following the bobbing balloon. Salieri felt a tap on her shoulder, and spun around to see the additional note Mayer had. It was a manufacturer label.
"Air Balloon. ((Not a condom)) Used for a single pokemon. Warning, incredibly fragile...Enables limited aerial travel and immunity to Ground based moves? That's actually pretty awesome." She pointed to the balloon. "Chen Zhen, get on that s**t."
The Pansage happily flipped through the air, jumping onto the balloon. It lowered momentarily, before reshaping to conform to Chen Zhen's weight. He balanced atop it precariously, before wrapping his prehensile tail around it for stability. "Pa-pan!"
"That's awesome! Chen Zhen, we're gonna work on this for sure!" She turned to Mayer. "Thanks a lot, Mayer! Oh, before you leave, you should know that Moze is in the city. I'm sure he'd love it if you dropped by."
Mayer rose an eyebrow at her brother's name, then nodded. He gave another peace sign to the group before Teleporting away again in a flash. Salieri grinned at the grass monkey balancing atop the grey orb shaped balloon before turning back to Eunmi and Henrietta.
"So, anyway. Sandwiches? I'm starved."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:07 pm
"Moze... Moze..."
Eunmi tapped her chin.
"That name sounds familiar."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:10 pm
Henrietta would covertly try to escape again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:31 pm
"Yeah? You've heard of my brother before?"
Before she could continue, Salieri leaned to the side to holler over at the currently escaping Henrietta. "Yo, meet us at the cafe after you get my shinai," she told her before turning her attention back to Eunmi.
"He was better known as 'Mozart the Hurricane' back when he got media attention by the martial arts communities. Then we moved here from Saffron City, and he dropped out of the scene completely."
She shrugged and turned away, clasping her hands behind her head while beginning her walk to the cafe. Chen Zhen floated on the Grey Air Balloon behind her, cautiously learning how to keep perfect balance. "I didn't know you were into martial arts, though. I thought you were into art."
She hadn't forgotten that Eunmi had told her about her dream of going to Castelia when they first met. She didn't take dreams very lightly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:42 pm
Eunmi thought back and eventually recovered the nickname 'the Hurricane' out of the depths of her memory, but Moze itself sounded more familiar to her. She wasn't sure why, but she chalked it up to Salieri's explanation.
"HEY!" she shouted at Henrietta, pointing at her directly, almost downwardly. "She said the Cafe, alright? You better not dawdle or skip out on us." She said this in a threatening manner. She might not be mad at Henrietta as much anymore, but she still needed to talk to her.
Eunmi turned her attention back to Sal, her expression changing to more of a nervous one.
"Eh... yeah, well," Eunmi scratched the back of her head. "I had sort of a falling out with taekwon-do in High School.
"It used to be a lot of my passion, I mean," Eunmi sighed. "My grandmother is like, 'Sung Eunmi! Be more korean! Do korean t'ings! Eat korean foods! Breazu korean curuture!'" Eunmi gestured with her hand angrily, imitating her Grandmother in an engrish accent. "But she hated Taekwon-do, yanno? Thought it would make me too manly."
Eunmi sighed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:50 pm
"Y-yes m-ma'am," was Henrietta's response. Then she was off, heading to the hotel room. On the way she made sure to grab the laundry room the laundrymat. Then she headed back to the hotel. Once there she grabbed her things, her bag, her Pokebelt, her Pokemon and she changed out of the broken dress and stockings. Knee high socks colored pink and a white skirt and t-shirt.
Then she was off, to meet the duo at the Cafe.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:09 am
((So...school is starting for me today. And I fear the slow trickle at which my posts come will slow to a leaky faucet of drops. Also, most of my days will be spent catching up...'cause I know how much you guys love to up the page count in short amounts of time.
BUT! I will still be around :3 And I'm gonna try my hardest to keep up with everyone <3 ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:55 am
((NO REN! POST WITH US. STAY UP ALL NIGHT. SCREW SLEEP.
*collapses* ...z....z...z.....))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:16 am
((I'm finally caught up. Holy crap that was a lot. XD))
Luka, having seen the entirety of the tournament was in a bit of a state of shock. What a bizarre anti-climax. Those girls looked like they would be his contemporaries and people he'd be seeing a lot of on his journey. What WAS he letting himself in for?
Either way, seeing as most people had buggered off now, he walked over to the Battle Girl's brother/the false old man and the Redgraves. Especially because they were the only people he knew at the event.
Looking at the man he had once believed to be Blackbird McKnight less than two hours ago, he just had one thing to ask. "Why the hell were you disguised as an old man?" Now, Luka wasn't one to curse, not that 'Why the hell' is particularly bad, but he was normally much more polite. He must have just been incredibly pissed at being deceived.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:36 am
The artist formerly known as Blackbird Mcknight chuckled and wrapped an arm around Luka's shoulder like a father would do to a son. He didn't like cursing either -he never did it himself-, but as long as Luka wasn't cursing in front of any children then he would be okay with it.
"Shashasha, to surprise my little sister of course! Well, that and I needed to get past all the ladies in Nacrene City. They all, err, wanted an encore from me when the show was only going to last one night, if you know what I mean." He quickly looked behind him to see if any said ladies were about. Thankfully, Rush had picked up most of them in his convertible.
"And then there was this undercover cop that was giving me a hassle a few days back since I'm dressed like this," he further explained to Luka, stepping back and gesturing to his sage robes. "Interpol's apparently been looking into this Team Plasma thing. But this guy thought that 'every lame bad guy keeps a machine gun in their violin case', so I got attacked on the spot."
He sighed, actually sounding slightly frustrated. Which was a rare sound for Moze. "That guy had a couple of strings loose, that's for sure. But we talked it over, and he said that 'nobody randomly attacks old people nowadays.' So I put Blackbird Mcknight together, and here we are."
Moze scratched his chin. "Although now that I think about it, nobody's made that misunderstanding here. Maybe that cop just had really out of tune ideas about bad guys. Ah well, having the beard was fun. It was very soft."
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Salieri's walking pace slowed down a little more with every word that Eunmi said until she fully stopped. Where had she heard this story before? It sounded familiar, but Salieri was having trouble going through her memories to find it. Realizing that she had stopped walking, she picked up the pace again.
"Have you ever been to Kanto?" she inquired quizzically. To Eunmi, that question might have come out of nowhere. But Salieri was trying to piece something together.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:28 am
The sky was a dark red, he stood there alone with no one in sight. then with a crack of lighting Lancer stood in front of him. the small trainer Ran forward towards his partner. but once half the distance was crossed the small bug Pokemon would begin to enlarge, much like a balloon, only to pop and revel a new figure, Grom.
"What have you done with lancer!" screamed the silver haired child as he charge at the man, his hand searching his belt for Iron Hides pokeball.
"What the...?-" was all he had time to say upon realizing that his pokeballs where not located on his belt, before Gorm had materialized directly in front of him sending a kick into his stomach, definetly cracking a rib.
once Takamaru had regained his footing he was not looking at Gorm anymore but instead Iron Hide, Spike and Lancer.
came spikes ominous question.
"Wha- what do you mean?!"
this time it was Iron Hide
finished Lancer as all three pokemon turned away from there old trainer and begain to walk away.
Takamaru hurridly got up and sprinted after his pokemon. but the faster he ran the further and further away they got until they where gone.
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"AHHGGGHHH" screamed Tk as he sat up from his nightmare. the boy was thick with sweat, his breathing hard and labored. he burried his face within his blankets and sobbed for several minutes.
Once he finished he looked around at his surrounding, his eyes red and puffy, realizing that he must be in a hotel room. 'But where are mom and Kari?'
From there the silver haired youth got up and walked out of the room and into he small living area, on the counter in the half kitchen was a hand written note from his mother.
Went to the mart to pick up supplies for dinner, Kari is with me.
while where out i plan on sending Ookami back to Jasmine, im sure she's missing him greatly. ive also laid out some cloths for you, but do try to wrest, you've been through alot.
- Love mom
"Sorry mom, but i cant right now" he said aloud to himself as he sat the note back on the counter.
After getting changed and taking a few Excedrin to ease his massive migraine, the youth sprinted out of the hotel, leaving every thing he owned back at the hotel aside from Spike's and Iron Hide's pokeballs.
It didn't take him long to reach route three, the place in which he expected to see both his Pokemon training like he 'commanded' them too. but after a few looks around he saw nothing, both his Pokemon were no where no be seen.
a wave of despair hit the young trainer as he fell to his knees and pounded his fist into the ground, "why did i make them come out here to train!?, why? why? WHY!?" he cried as several tears hit the ground. his previous nightmare replaying in his minds eye.
He then felt the cold steel of Iron Hides head bump against his forehead. the child looked up and was met with both Iron Hide's and Spike's worried looks. both Pokemon where scuffed, worn and tired looking.
"I...Iron Hide! Spike!" yelled Tk happily as he embraced his Pokemon, no, not his as in ownership but his as in 'His friends'. He then let them both go, a wide stupid grin playing across his face, "where were you two, you had me worried" scolded there trainer, not harshly but more of less worried.
Thats when Spike trotted over to an under brush and pointed with his claws "Drill drill bur bur Drill" explained the ground type Pokemon meaning.
still, Takamaru didnt really understand Spike compleatly but he pieced enough together to guess at what he was saying. "Right then, first things first. we need to get you two healed" Tk explained as he stood to leave. but before he could take two steps Iron Hide bit into his pant leg and shook his head.
but before Tk could put up an argument both Pokemon launched into a display of there new combo move sets and various strategies. it was a fantastic display. "you guys..." began a proud trainer, tear welling up in his eyes, "Yes! where so going to take down lenora! but not today, today were going to go get you two healed and then head back to the hotel. mama's making dinner" he said Optimistically.
After re-entering narcene City Takamaru's first stop would be to the Pokemon center to heal spike and Iron Hide. after which the Three wold lounge around said center where Tk would tell them how he had flown through the first round but lost it in round two by.. "well i still cant remember her name but she whopped me pretty hard, there really are some strong people out there, huh?" he said folding his hand in his lap and looking down. Iron Hide placed his big iron mug on his trainers knee to cheer him up. "Dont worry bud, im fine. this just mean i gotta work harder, work as hard as you two, cause im defiantly going to get Lancer back" he said sternly, setting his course.
[More coming soon..]
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:59 am
Luka nodded, "Ah, I get you. So, who are you really? I only got your false name." Luka kinda liked this guy he seemed like that awesome older brother that you wished you had but was always the brother of someone else. "So, you're a musician and a martial artist? What a weird combination, how'd you pick that up?" ((Just found this: Something that doesn't happen in Pokémon Legends a whole lot.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:34 am
((It gets saved, more or less. Just with a lot of collateral. Like, a lot.))
Moze pulled his walking stick up and rested it behind his neck and on his shoulders, letting his arms droop lazily over it while he grinned nostalgically. "Well my dad used to own a martial arts dojo, so half of it came with the family. As for the other half, some guy just got me really into music when I was a kid. He gave me Aphrodite. But you see, martial arts and music...they're not so different sometimes."
He held up two fingers close to his forehead, then swiped them out to the side to form a peace sign. "Anyway, the name's Mozart 'The Hurricane' Del Forrest! What about you? What title do you go by?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:50 pm
Mozart, what an unusual name, Luka could have sworn he'd heard it before somewhere, like every name these days from the sounds of things. Anyway, the question was kind of an odd one. A title? He'd never given anything like that any thought. He was just Luka. "Erm.... I haven't thought about it. I'm just Luka, I guess..." Then it clicked. Mozart, the classical musician, the REALLY famous musician. How on Earth had he forgotten Mozart? "So, why are you called Mozart? It seems like a really odd name to call your child, no offense." ((And now for a bit of the master himself: For Intellectual Stimulation. razz ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:59 pm
((Well that was quite lovely))
Moze chuckled. "Shashasha, you'd have to ask my father. He's a big fan of classical music. My sister's name is Salieri, so I guess he also likes theme names. But you can just call me Moze for short."
Come to think of it, where was Salieri? Moze surveyed the area quickly, and could not see his sister anywhere. She must have gone off to play with her new friends. The thought of it made Moze smile.
"So Luka, you don't seem to be another martial artist. Are you a pokemon trainer?"
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