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 Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 12:44 pm
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"I'm sure he wouldn't mind trying," she responded, taking her SNAG out to shoot me a message. Once she was done, she looked up to see the dress Leon got Ulla. "Awwh, that's real pretty!" Keiko cheered, happy for Ulla.
"You rang, madame?" I asked, sounding a bit tired. Between Frustration and Return, Keiko was actually able to resist the Fairy Realm's effects on her, though she wasn't fully able to ignore it. I wasn't so lucky.
"Do you think you could look into Ulla's mind and see what's troubling her? She just had a nightmare." Keiko asked, looking really worried about out adopted daughter.
"She's not a Psychic-type Pokemon, so I can't promise anything. Honestly, Reno would probably be better suited for that she he can actually read minds. But good luck finding him, much less convincing him to help with something little like this. But yeah, I can try," I explained, walking into the room and sitting down on the bed beside Ulla. "Sorry for the invasion of privacy, but this won't take long, hopefully," I told her, patting her head before closing my mind and opening a mental link to the Betyl Stone. Despite not having any abilities with her aside from the latent one of empathy, Rala seemed the best suited out of all the Psychic-types I had on me for rooting around in someone's head. Best as I could tell, anyway. So I used the Betyl Stone to connect to Rala, and the tried to use my physical connection with Ulla - the head-patting - to connect to her mind. But try as I might, I wasn't having any luck. I couldn't tell if it was her Fairy-type energy blocking me or if I just wasn't capable of what I was being asked, but that seemed little more than an afterthought at the moment. Sighing, I disconnected my mind from the Betyl Stone and removed my hand from the top of Ulla's head. "Sorry, no dice."
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 10:29 am
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Sub arrived back at headquarters around the same time as everyone else, fresh from the Fairy Realm and just as exhausted physically and mentally as the rest and yet he couldn't rest, not yet. There was something extremely important he had to do, important to him at least. He would make his way straight for the elevator, paying no mind to any others. Nevermore was still out on his shoulder, the bird equally silent as her trainer, unusual for either of them let alone both. The trainer and Pokemon pair would ride the elevator down to sub-floor three, promptly stepping out of the elevator once they reached their desired depth beneath headquarters. It was just a straight walk to their chosen door and room, the pair waiting for the automatic door to slide open fully before stepping through the threshold and into the library.
This place was always one of Sub's favorite places to be. While he had spent many of the past few years dabbling in technological advancements, mixing the mystical and organic with the logical and inorganic, he still had a soft spot for the old ways he was taught as a young reluctant monk. As such he simply loved books, not for reading, though that wasn't to say he disliked to read, but to record and chronicle information. There was something about putting information into a bound book that just seemed right to him, despite there being better, larger lasting, and more modern methods of recording information. He still utilized those methods but out of either habit or hobby still put it all to bound paper as well.
There were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of such books in this room, packed tightly into the towering bookshelves which made the maze of a library. Over his unusually disconnected and stretched out years he had collected himself nearly all this books, be it through purchase, stealing, or having them written himself, near each one carried with them a piece of him in someway. Each tome was special to him regardless of the information they contained, even the ones which told stories which made him uncomfortable, especially those.
Prying his attention away from the plethora of books he already owned he began to focus on his reason for coming down here in the first place; to add one more very important book to his collect. “Massachusetts! Virginia! Maryland! Time to take dictation!” He shouted out into the library. For several seconds he would stand there in silence, awaiting the three writers he just called upon. Nevermore would finally make a noise, squawking her signature phrase just once. “Nevermore!” Whether or not there was some ominous meaning behind her squawking was anyone's guess. Mulling it over would do no one good, may even drive them mad.
Eventually three Smeargle, walking in an orderly line, would come from around a bookcase corner. The three looked very similar to one another, all of them having black ink seeping from their tails and their fur a dull aged looking color. It was clear these three were advanced in age, if not for their appearance but also for their slow movements. The elderly Smeargle trio would not let their years get the better of them and interfere in the job they were raised, and loved, to do. They were third generation Smeargle under the Snagem leader, carrying on the legacy of their forebears in the service of the Dark One himself. Sub himself was responsible for the continuation of their line, having bred them from the original three Smeargle he spirited away from the old monks of Artisan Cave. He felt like he did them a favor, looking back. These days the Artisan Monks no longer remain in their ancestral cave after the Battle Frontier moved in, nor do they continue to record history at the same rate they used to, their numbers having since sharply dropped. It was a good thing their grandparents were puppies when he swiped them, they never even knew.
“Nevermore will inform you of the tail to be written.” Sub said the three as they stood before him, looking up at him with anticipation. Jiggling his shoulder slightly to give emphasis to Nevermore to carry out the task the bird would give off a squawk and flutter off of Sub and land on the head of the middle Smeargle. With Nevermore joining the trio of Smeargle, consisting of Massachuetts, Virginia, Maryland, the quartet would begin to walk away, intending to write a book chronicling the tale as told by Nevermore, or rather shown, the crow intending to utilize its unique Psycho Shift to show them what it had witnessed in the Fairy Realm and the defeat of Shadow Mewtwo. “Oh and...” Sub called out to the quartet, the three Smeargle turning around and thus Nevermore did too. “...use a pink book.” He asked of them, the three nodding before walking off again.
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The next day Cera would find in her room, among her collection of plushies, a new item that stood out among them, an item not as soft and pretty as the rest but equally pink as many of them. It was a book, the side of the book facing towards her. As the Mew picked up and turned it around to observe the cover she would find that the title of the pink book read, 'Book of Genesis'. A curious glance through the book would detail the events that took place in the Fairy Realm recently, even that which Cera wasn't there for, however when it got to the part that included her it focused completely on her. At the end of the book the final page said one thing in a stylized Unown font; “Creation Emended and Restored Again. CERA”.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 10:43 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 11:45 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 11:47 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 12:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 12:25 pm
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"Not for a long time," I told Leon, pushing my glasses against my face. "Betwen Keiko's hybrid training, my Channeler training, and Ein's madness, we're gonna be busy for quite some time."
The second Ulla mentioned someone 'being here' I uttered an "On it." And Psion Split into the main lobby, noticing the female Sableye Hybrid and an interesingly happy Sub. "I take it you know her?" I asked Sub before looking at the hybrid in question. "Welcome."
Keiko sighed as my energy double dissipated, as I didn't bother focusing to keep it up. Before she could say anything, however, Typho popped out of his ball looking a bit under the weather. "What's wrong, Typho?" she asked just before a light began emanating from the Cyndaquill. By the time the light started to fade, Keiko looked on in glee, catching a glimpse of Typho's new form and realizing what was happening as she did so. "Yay! You evolved!"
The newly-formed Quilava cringed defensively as a pair of brown-furred arms surrounded it and began squeezing tightly, Keiko unable to stop herself from hugging Typho.
Meanwhile, Abby entered the main lobby with a Combusken following her on foot. The young trainer certainly seemed happy with herself as she and her walked up to Sub and company. "Sup. Who's the new chick?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 12:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:17 pm
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"I'm not new... not exactly" Veronica responded to Abby's arrival.
She listened to Ulla speak. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel herself force a smile or an expression she didn't really mean. There was just a blank stare. "Yes, I'm hoping my Lucario will be back to her old self sooner than later."
Veronica didn't need to be an expert to realize what the kid was doing. Some how, she was controling a force around her. Veronica could just feel it. Instead of being afraid though she genuinely smiled, "Well, I'm satisfied that you've got such spunk in you." she waited to see if the kid would have the audacity to attack somehow. Perhaps it would hurt, a lot, to get hit but that didn't mean she couldn't fight back. Though, in front of so many people that might not be the best of ideas.
"That's fine then." she responded to Ter, wondering about how she would have faired against the Fairy Channeler. "But I can't say I particularly like kids anyways." After staring at Ter for long enough, "Well I think I remember you." she almost purred. It was nice to see someone familiar.
"I guess a lot happened huh?" She heard Sub explained and honestly not even she remembered Team Cipher or the scientist. She felt strange as he noted how 'she used to be more alive', and wondered how dead she was really. Was she undead? Immortal? How did being a ghost type work anyways?
"Thanks, I'd love an upgrade of course. I got it. I'll probably check the library for older information first, just in case there's anything I might miss." She nodded at him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 1:41 pm
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"Aw, you're the hugging type, huh?" Keiko asked, pulling the Golbat into one of her hugs. Leon cut it short, however. As he was explaining why, Keiko felt the ebbing Fairy-type energy Ulla was unleashing. "Okay," Keiko said, still holding Golbat in her arms. She didn't mind being hugged by it.
"So you were hu... er, weren't a hybrid before. That makes sense, I guess," I shrugged at Veronica in response to her comment of remembering. The way she almost purred set me on-guard for a bit, but I didn't show a response. I'd point out my relationship with Keiko if need be, but no point in being obnoxious about it.
"Since just now, apparently," I shrugged at Leon when he and Keiko came in. "She looks kind of cute," Keiko said under her breath upon seeing Veronica. She let go of Leon's Golbat and walked up to Veronica then. "Hi, I'm Keiko. It's nice to meet you," She added, holding a hand out to for Veronica to shake. The pink fluffs adorning her wrist would help Veronica identify her as a shiny Lopunny hybrid.
"I don't blame ya. Old folks get on my nerves more often than not," Abby replied, with a smirk on her face that looked like it belonged to her father. I sighed, realizing that between Abby and Ulla, Veronica might be having some trouble headed her way if she didn't lay off discussing her dislike of children.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 2:00 pm
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