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Post by ;AL P H A on Apr 19, 2009 13:52:22 GMT -5
{EEEAAAAAAAAUUUGH!!!}
The anguished scream, replete with multiple exclamation points, echoed through the land, and Arley started and raised his head. That couldn't be... his Chikorita? It'd only run off a couple of feet, through a wall of bushes where he couldn't see it. Getting to his feet, he rushed forwards, wondering if it had been such a sensible idea to leave Absol, the powerhouse of his team, on vacation. What if Chikorita was being kidnapped? What if it was in trouble? What if-
He burst through the line of bushes and glanced around wildly.
{Chikorita?! Chikorita, where are you?}
{AAAH! It's horrible! Help me, help meeeee!}
Arley followed the sounds and turned his head to where Chikorita was flailing wildly -
- at the edge of the river, in water about two inches deep.
{It's on my FUR! My coat, it's ruined. Ruined! Ruined, I tell you! Look at this! Oh, it's horrible!}
Arley had a 'WTF' moment.
{Wh-wh-wh-h-h-ha-ha- WHAT?} he managed to splutter. Chikorita looked pathetically at him.
{Look at all this horrible dirt and water in my coat! It's not pretty and dark pink like it was...} She sniffed.
{I-I... I don't know if I can go on!}
{Riiiiight... so, all that noise you were making... was because you got... your coat dirty?}
{What? What, you don't think it's justified? Honestly, it's all ruined! Do you know how much time I spent...}
Oh Arceus, thought Arley. I am totally and completely out of my depth here. Why is it so hard to talk to girls? Why, just once, can't I find a female pokémon that ISN'T totally obsessed with clothes or makeup, or at least one that can help me understand girls? Please, Arceus, if you're listening right now, send me a sign!
{Are you even listening?}
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Post by { ~ Ironhide ; ; } on Apr 19, 2009 14:41:14 GMT -5
Curious black eyes watched from down inside the river. Now that was an odd Chikorita... The Pokemon had to suppress a giggle as the Chikorita complained about its fur coat. Really, though... so many of the females were like that nowadays! Get a piece of dirt and they're freaking out. Hmm... how would the Chikorita react if she got blasted with a Water Gun? Hmm... only one way to find out!
The black eyes that had been watching belonged to a blue, furry face. Slowly, a Pokemon began raising its head out of the water, revealing sleek, blue fur that looked quite nice. In one fluid motion, it had jumped out of the water and fired a test Water Gun at the Chikorita; not to do any harm, just to get her a little bit angry. The Pokemon landed on all four paws on a rock in the middle of the slow-moving portion of the river. Its fur gleamed in the sunlight as the light reflected off of the droplets.
+Sheesh! Is it just me that doesn't care about my fur coat?+
[/color] the Pokemon said, shaking itself; the voice was definitely feminine.  Wild Beavern appeared![/size][/center] |
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Post by ;AL P H A on Apr 19, 2009 15:13:03 GMT -5
The Chikorita turned, just in time to get a face-full of Water Gun. Spluttering angrily, she shook herself, before blinking and turning around to admire herself in the river.
{Oh. Hey, all the dirt has been washed off. But look! Now it's even more wet! This is, this! Oh, my, this is just unforgiveable. Arley! Give me a command!}
Arley blinked.
{Wha- um, okay, I guess. The Beavern does appear to want to battle, after all. Razor Leaf, 'kay?}
Chikorita nodded. This was a move they hadn't practised before, and she took great delight in swinging the leaf on her head around once, twice, building up momentum, until pink, vaguely heart-shaped leaves were flung out of it, in a vaguely straight line towards the Beavern.
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Post by { ~ Ironhide ; ; } on Apr 19, 2009 16:18:07 GMT -5
Giggling, the Beavern dove into the water as the attack came at her. She quickly resurfaced, not sending an attack back.
+Have you ever heard of drying off?+
[/color] the Beavern asked, hopping onto the shore near the Chikorita and Arley. The Beavern made sure it was a good distance from the two before she shook herself, spraying droplets of water everywhere, temporarily making her coat poof out, then smooth back down to look even better as it was dry. +All you gotta do is shake, shake, shake!+[/color] the Beavern said, doing a little dance move. Perhaps what happened next is a good thing... something to distract from that Beavern. A small cracking sound emitted from Arley's pack. Pretty soon, more cracking was heard, and then a shatter as something shattered. A small cry of surprise came from inside the pack. "Ral!"[/color] it squealed, not liking the blackness of the bag it had hatched into. Oh, would you look at that! Arley's egg hatched... better check it out before it does much else than give a cry of surprise.[/size][/center] |
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Post by ;AL P H A on Apr 27, 2009 13:36:28 GMT -5
Arley gave a small cry of surprise at what sounded like porcelain shattering, before digging into his bag. Pulling random objects out of the way, he found strange pieces of eggshell. His egg hat hatched, but into what? Reaching in, he groped gently around, pulling all the contents out. He'd find the baby Pokémon eventually.
< Well, I don't know. > Chikorita said uncertainly. < Doesn't shaking seem, well, a little... vulgar to you? >
She still gave it a go. Balanced awkwardly on her feet, she began to shake her small red-pink body, flinging droplets of water off. She stopped quite quickly; it had been a surprisingly enjoyable sensation, but she now felt quite giddy.
< Interesting. I-I will... I will take it into consideration. > |
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Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Apr 27, 2009 23:47:10 GMT -5
Beavern cocked her head as she watched Arley fish bits of eggshell out his bag, and Chikorita shook herself dry. Well, Chikorita had finally learned the right method of getting dry, but what was with the eggshell? Call her crazy, but she was pretty certain most people did not carry old eggs in their backpacks. She hadn't heard the crack or the cry, and so was surprised at the next events.
A Ralts lay at the bottom of Arley's bag, blinking in the sunlight. The little baby tapped Arley's paw, feeling it with soft little paws of it's own. Cute. ~Dadda! Rarley!~[/color] it squealed, wrapping it's arms around the paw. Aw, it knew Arley's name... kind of. Now for the big question... was Ralts a boy or a girl?[/size]
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Post by ;AL P H A on Jun 1, 2009 13:46:29 GMT -5
< Aww, that's pretty cute. >
Bending slowly down, Arley grasped the newborn under its arms and brought it close to his face.
< Huhn... you think it's a boy, or a girl? I've never been able to tell, really. >
< How should I know? > Chikorita headbutted his ankle. < Hey, it sure is cute, though. Here, put it down. I wanna have a better look. >
Arley gently lowered the baby, and Chikorita nudged it gently.
< Aww, it's gorgeous. Uh... I think it's a she, actually. Though I could be wrong. Come here, you... >
Going up to the baby, she nuzzled it gently, before sitting down by it. < Whossha wittle cutesy-wutesy, den? Hmm? >
Slumping back onto the grass, Arley turned his head to look at the skies. A new addition to their team... well, Chikorita had certainly taken a liking to it. Licking his lips, he stretched expansively, before leaning back and closing his eyes. Nothing was really happening - why not take a little nap, right now?
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Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Jun 2, 2009 23:52:24 GMT -5
Beavern watched as Arley slowly fell into a slumber. Wha? Well... she supposed he could be a little tired. Maybe. She was about to curl up next to him, when something big happened. Somthing terrible. Something... strange. A scream. Loud and shrill, it sounded as though someone, or something, was in searing pain. Then it was cut off altogether. Beavern's eyes widened in horror. Could the screamer be... gone? She couldn't bring herself to even think the word dead. It wasn't possible that someone had just died, right now.
She had to wake Arley, get help from him. Placing her little paws on his chest, she shook him vigerously. ~Arley, Arley! WAKE UP! I think... I t-think... ARLEY, SOMEONE JUST SCREAMED AND THEN IT WAS CUT OFF! I think they might be... be... well, dead.~[/color] she swallowed. She nodded to him, then pointed. ~It came from that direction. Come on, we've got to check it out, see if we can help!~[/color] she insisted, racing off towards the source. After a while she stopped, looking at Arley; she wanted him to follow.[/size] Screaming! Maybe something is in trouble! Go to save it, or ignore it?
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Post by ;AL P H A on Sept 7, 2009 12:55:10 GMT -5
Arley was awake almost instantly. He was a light sleeper, and a loud scream is normally enough to wake someone up in any case. But there was something else. The tassels on either side of his head twitched, and he watched in puzzlement as something bright danced around his vision.
A wave... fear. Someone over there is afraid.
Rolling backwards, he flipped up onto his feet from his front limbs, swaying a little. Scooping up Chikorita and the baby, a hand instantly went to his belt. Breaking into a run as he followed the Beavern, he grabbed a Pokéball and threw it.
< Murkrow! Battle stance! >
A white shaped blurred to his right, the light peeling away to reveal his Murkrow. The Dark-type looked in a foul mood.
< Okay, for starters - 'Battle stance'? The hell? Why couldn't it be something cool, like, I don't know, 'Attack pose'? >
< Are you kidding? It's awesome! Anyway. We've got an emercency. I think someone's in trouble. >
< Ooh! Trouble, eh? Damsel in distress, eh? How banal. Why couldn't it be, oh, an emercency picnic that you call me out for. But nooo, we have to go play the hero and rescue this poor person. > The bird put on a high falsetto voice. < Ooh, Arley, thankyou ever so much, you really are a her-MMPH. >
< Shut up. > Arley clamped a hand over Murkrow's beak, and it stumbled in midair.
Chikorita was not really enjoying the ride. Nor had she much enjoyed being picked up so roughly. But this was serious, so she swallowed her pride and kept her mouth shut. For now. |
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Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Sept 7, 2009 13:24:30 GMT -5
Up ahead seemed to be... a large hut? It was about the size of your bedroom and living room combined, Alpha. How odd. But no, the screams were definately from there. Arley's senses would tell him that much. Beavern sniffed anxiously about, shivering a little in fear. This place had a bad feel to it. The style of the building was that of a hut or shack or shed or a mix of all, but the walls were made from reinforced concrete. The faded paint, intending to help it blend in with it's surroundings, was peeling. At one side was some sort of generator? Yes. But worse. A wheel. A hamster wheel with a pod attatched. Inside the pod were crammed four or so tired, some fainted, Pikachu, each using an electrical attack to generate electricity, while on the wheel raced another Pikachu, tears streaking down it's cheeks. Every time it tried to slow to rest, it was prodded by a fixed pointy spike, making it yelp and race on. Flecks of blood were on it's yellow fur. They were being abused to make electricity.
In front of the building was a door, believe it or not. It had a keyhole, and was presumably locked. The building had no windows, either. However, there was a rather cliche way to get in. Sleeping next to the door was a man. He was dressed in Team Vex uniform, and a key was in his hand. At his side was a Mightyena. Better be careful, then! Another howl of pain came from within, followed by yowls and grunts of disturbed Pokémon. How on earth was the grunt sleeping through that? Oh, wait. The answer was right there. In his ears were plugs. He wouldn't here a thing! The Mightyena was the same. I guess they'd both got fed up of the noises, but had fallen asleep. Beavern grinned. ~What luck! Be careful not to wake him when you touch him, Arley, but don't worry about sounds!~[/color] the Pokémon laughed happily, although still disturbed by the Pikachu generating electricity.[/size]
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Post by ;AL P H A on Sept 7, 2009 14:22:47 GMT -5
Arley skidded to a stop, horrified. This generator thing... that was unhumane. That was terrible. He couldn't stop to free the poor creatures, however. There was something inside the hut... whatever it was, it gave him a nauseating feeling every time he looked at it.
The waves were stronger now. Blue for fear, red for pain, orange for that searing, burning, screaming feeling- Another wave of nausea wracked him, and he grabbed his tassel-sensors, pinning them to the sides of his head.
Moving very carefully, on the pads of his feet, Arley twitched the key out of the man's hand and grabbed it as it fell to the ground. His eyes never leaving the man's face in case he stirred, he slid the key into the lock and carefully turned it - before remembering the guard had earplugs in. Relaxing just a bit, he continued to turn the key. The grining sound it made put his teeth on edge, but he forced himself to keep his breathing level. There was no problem. The man couldn't hear him. For a second, this was awfully reminiscent of when he and a few other 'subjects' had tried to get out of the lab. Arley pushed to one side the terrible, heart-stopping moment when the guard had grabbed his shoulders and twisted him around. Ten lashes and a - no, don't even think about it.
Eventually there was a -click- sound. Removing the key and thoughtfully pocketing it, Arley put Chikorita and the baby Ralts carefully down and eased the door open, wary of what horrors could be lurking inside.
(( Oooh spooky. )) |
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Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Sept 8, 2009 13:50:23 GMT -5
Inside was a shadowy figure. What could it be? However, it was debatable whether Arley's eyes would linger on that for long. For one, it seemed not to have noticed him, and for another, the walls were more interesting, in a horribly, disturbing, grotesque way. The building had two rooms, and the one Arley had just walked into appeared to be twice the size of the other, yet narrower. The walls seemed to be made from a sort of metal wire. However, as the Riolu 'morph's eyes adjusted to the dim light, it was clear that this wasn't metal walls.
They were cages. All the walls were made from mesh, just crammed with cages stacked on top of each other. There was approximately five cages in a pile from floor to ceiling. Some of the Pokémon were young, some old, some rare, some evolved. The moment Arley took a single step forward, there was a mad scuffling and flopping from the nearest four rows. Twenty fluffy and scaly faces pressed against the mesh, and there was a massive uproar of ~KAR! KARPDOOF, KARPDOOF!~[/color] the creatures appeared to have the top end and legs of a Bidoof, with the bottom end of a Magikarp, with features of both scattered around. Now why in Arceus would anyone want to make a creature so useless and stupid? And why so many?
The figure seemed to have noticed Arley now, but hadn't made a move. As the boy moved further down the rows, the Pokémon grew rarer. Several weren't moving. One was breathing with cruel, rasping sounds, covered in fungus. Another was an odd mix, with the appearance closer to a smiley face with wings than anything else. Some of the cages had been replaced by tanks containing strange fish. One even looked like an aquatic Riolu, slumped in a corner at the bottom, shivering in fear. However, there was a cage larger than the others, right at the end.
Inside was a large Pokémon. As Arley approached, he uncurled and padded to the edge of his cage to meet him. He was a Flareon, but much larger; he reached about halfway between Arley's elbow and shoulder. His fur was a dark gold, and would probably shimmer if there were light. His ruff and tail were a pale, minty green. Running in a neat line from his mid forehead all along his spine to the base of his tail were a line of small, pointed studs, silver in colour. Odd swirling patterns covered his body. This Eeveelution had been altered, in a similar way as Sulteron's Espeon had been.
He opened his mouth. He seemed pleased to see the child. "Hello, child. My name is... well, I don't have one. My number is RO-9, so I suppose that could be adapted to Ronan. You can call me what you wish, of course."[/color] he said with a wink. Amazing though it was, he was speaking plain English. "Every Pokémon in this building has either had their DNA tweaked by Team Vex or is in line to. You can save them though, however. There's a scientist, he's in the other room right now. He hates doing this, but he's pretty much a slave. However, you're the chance he's been waiting for. You can help him release all of us and save our lives by shutting down this cursed place."[/color] he said, motioning to the shaded figure in the other room.[/size]
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Post by ;AL P H A on Sept 10, 2009 15:08:07 GMT -5
Arley began to feel worse and worse as he progressed through the hellish place. Waves danced in front of his eyes blueredyellowBLACKorangeblueBLACKredBLACK no! get out, get out, get ou!, and it had gotten to the point where one hand was clutching his tassels and one hand was on his throat as he tried not to be sick. There was everything here, from a hideous combination of a Bidoof and a Magikarp to the spawn, seemingly, of Arceus itself. Even if he freed them all, then what? Some of these things would clearly never survive in the wild. Some would not survive the next half-hour even. Still. He made a mental note to do what he could.
In the end cage was something very peculiar. It was a huge Pokémon, easily four, five feet tall, and its dun-gold fur was lined with stripes and swirls. As his eyes glanced over the strange, alien-like studs along its spine, Arley was reminded of something.
What... oh! Yes. Sulteron, my love, she had, um, an Espeon, was it? That too was... strange. Altered. Almost... alien.
This Flareon, strangely, had a fluent grasp of the English language. He listened, enrapt, as the fire-fox gave a brief explanation of the predicament they were in. Team Vex... a shudder ran involuntarily along his spine. He'd heard of them - terrible people who did terrible things. Were they affiliated with the lab he'd escaped from? Maybe they were here, looking for him - no. That was needless paranoia.
A chance to... rescue the Pokémon? Arley could not believe what he was hearing. It sounded... so easy! He could do it. Yes, he would free these Pokémon, and, and...
His natural cynicism instantly began to tear apart his happy ending, but he retained that thought in his mind. Save the Pokémon.
"Thanks. I - I'll be back. You know. When I... yeah. Okay."
Moving away, he padded quietly over to the other room. His eyes locked onto the shadowed figure inside, and he uncertainly cleared his throat.
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Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Sept 14, 2009 11:19:43 GMT -5
ooc// Whee, sprite! 
ic// The shadowy figure looked up wordlessly. The man seemed taller than Arley, and fairly muscular. It was hard to see in the dim light, and he seemed pretty emotionless. After all, he knew that Riolu could sense emotion, and since Arley was part Riolu he'd probably be able to sense how he was feeling, which would be bad if this was foe. The man couldn't, however, stop from feeling a little emotion. Anything that leaked through the Arley would be fear; however, not about the man's future or anything, but fear of Arley. How strange, the other Pokémon seemed to pine for the company, even if it was a little humanish.
The man's arm slowly reached out to one side, where a little thing was jutting out from the wall. It looked as though it might be a hidden knife! The man's fingers pressed carefully and gently against it, giving it a push. Maybe that would get it out! But- no. The room became flooded in very dim light from a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. It seemed the switch had settings. It was presently set to the lowest it could get while still being on.
The man looked at Arley somewhat curiously. This child didn't look as though he was ready to rip the man apart. He broke into a weak smile. "Hey, kid. Can you help? Help me save these poor, innocent Pokémon? I'm Dave" he asked, practically begging. He looked at the light, gasped, and flicked it off again immediately. He released a Pokéball, a Starmie emerging from it. The starfish didn't have to be told what to do; the place was lit again, this time by the Water type's move, Flash, rather than Pika-power. The man smiled, patting the Pokémon. She seemed to like it, relaxing. "If you are, then please, don't think I'm evil or anything. They force me to do this. I've tried escaping, everything, but it's impossible. Team Vex makes me splice Pokémon, and a big tough guy gaurds me while I work. I hate this so much! Please, help!" Dave moaned. |
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Post by ;AL P H A on Sept 14, 2009 11:38:31 GMT -5
(( Purdeh. =3
Though you lied. The swirly is around its left eye, not its right. ))
Arley, for his part, simply stared, absorbing everything the man was saying.
He's afraid. Fear often lends truth to words. I suppose I should believe him. After all... if I want to help, he's the only chance I really have.
Speaking uncertainly, Arley shifted from side to side.
"Um. Well, I'm not really all that special, but I'll help. I mean - this - it's just, it's terrible. I know if I were in your position, I would do anything to stop it. So, uhh... what do you suggest to do first?"
Bouncing back onto the balls of his heels, a thought occured to Arley. "Oh, yeah. I do have, um, Pokémon. They can battle for me, and such. Though... my strongest one's not here, I've got a Murkrow and a Chikorita."
Holding up his arm, a shape glided out of the darkness and gripped the felt of his jumper. The purple bird began to preen its wing nonchalantly, seemingly unawares of the situation it was in. Arley glanced around the room.
"Can I ask how the cages operate?" he questioned. "Are they electrically locked, or manually? I... saw the generator on the way in, and..."
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