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Post by Myridd on Apr 25, 2010 18:28:21 GMT -5
The building had long been condemned, but has yet to fall. The stairs felt solid under Gil Maxwell's feet as he climbed up towards the top office.
A grand space, even in its destruction, a desk still in front of a large picture window, a sword driven though the top like Excalibur had been driven through a stone. The air in the ancient League President's office was thick, haunting, as if spirits still lingered.
Nothing here but disaster. Just like the rest of Indigo. Why did I insist on climbing up here? He pondered, walking towards the sword in the desk. It had rusted, so none of its gleam remained, but the moment Gil reached out and touched it with the very tip of his finger, it shined brightly. So brightly in fact that the room he was in was flooded with light that startled passerbys when they looked up from the streets below.
". . . The Hell!?" He cried, hastily covering his eyes. The brightness soon faded, and in place of the sword was a small bundle that wiggled slightly.
The shock of the light gone, Gil's curious nature took over. He looked down at the bundle, moving a corner of blanket. Inside was a creature the size of a half eaten baguette, with fur pure white. Pointed little ears like a cat, and a long tail wrapped around its large hind feet. Gil moved closer for another look, and the creature's eyes blinked open, one after the other, revealing two large gray orbs that shined with hope and saddness at the same time.
" Mui. .?" It said nervously, reaching out and touching Gil's nose with one of its small hands. ". . .Mu." After making contact, it seemed content, and laid its head back down in the blankets.
"YO! GIL! Move your Arse! Ya' ain't supposed to be up there! Yere scheduled to be working on the shopping district, not goin' ghost huntin'!" A voice called from below, and loud footsteps are heard on the stairs.
Shit. Jaws is headed this way. Can't let him see this little guy, who knows what that 'mon hater might do to it. Gil thought to himself, his mind full of thoughts of protecting the odd little beast as he wrapped his arms around it. The moment he had the little thing up against his chest, and the door behind them began to open, Gil and the bundle disappeared.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 25, 2010 19:30:09 GMT -5
Road between Azalea town and Radio Village.
Cynthia had been sent out to help a rancher whose miltanks had been being terrorized by a group of spearow. The rancher had not given her much information, only indicated the direction of the tree the spearow are said to of lived in. Armed with repellent, Cynthia had headed out after being promised a bed and supper.
On the road, she saw the grass near her stir. That was odd, as most wild pokemon had been driven out of this area.
A small blue squirrel peeked from behind her head as she tensed, where it had nestled against the collar of her coat, hidden by her long, brown hair. Cynthia touched its head, whispering, "Calm." She then moved to the grass, kneeling carefully, eyes alert to potential danger.
The grass in front of her suddenly stopped rustling. Instead, the presense of someone or something could be felt behind her. Cynthia turned, and soon found herself facing an Alkazam. A pokemon long thought to be dead.
She rose to her feet, spinning quickly, startling the Pachirisu into running down her side and activating the Friend Ball at her side to hide in it. She gazed at the Alakazam, letting her hands relax, going for neither Pokeball nor gun. "May I help you?"
Upon closer examination, it was obvious this Alakazam was old. His moustache was graying, but his eyes were just as alert as an abra's. "You are one of them. It is I who should help you." He reached out, seeming to offer Cynthia a handshake.
Cynthia blinked. Telepathy, or speech? She offered it her hand. "My name is Cynthia Stephens."
". . I know. " Alkazam replied knowingly, sounding just a touch sad. ". . .You must go to Indigo. There is work needed to be done. Allies you must gather...." Alkazam turned away, as if trying to hide tears that might be forming in his eyes.
She nodded. "If it is what I must do, then I will do it." She glanced toward the rustling again. "What troubles you?"
"I . . am an old man. I have sent many like yourself on journeys that change their lives for the better and for worse. I can not control which. I know it is the for the better of the world, and that he would of been proud, but it is not an easy job." Alkazam sighed, shaking his head. "About your job. . It is not what it seems. The rancher, has been provoking the spearow. I suggest after finding the tree, you continue to Azalea, not collecting your pay."
She nodded. "I will do so, then. Thank you."
"Wait. . ."The Alakzam held out his hand, a small smile on his face. ". . there . . there is much I wish I could tell you. Just know, you can trust Gil, though at times, you will not want too." The pokemon than disappeared, vanishing into thin air.
"Gil..." She shrugged, tapping the Friend Ball and summoning the Pachirisu. "There was nothing to worry about." She offered her hand, which the squirrel hopped onto, running back up her arm, before she returned to the detail that had drawn her attention in the first place - the grass which had moved.
A wounded spearow lay in the grass, a hole through one wing. It looked up at Cynthia, a fierceness in its eyes that is reserved from those close to death.
She sighed softly, pulling some medicine from her bag, in a small sprayer. "I do not know if this will save you, but at least it should ease your pain." She pulled the trigger on the sprayer to release the medicine.
The spearow looked at her curiously as she sprayed the medicine, and than laid his head upon the ground looking more at ease. Than, Cynthia heard a loud ruckus coming from the forest up ahead.
She rose to her feet, rushing off, glancing to her Pachirisu. "Be ready." Her hand went to her weapon, not drawing but ready.
In the forest, Cynthia immediately spotted the spearow tree, underneath there was a Meowth who the spearows did now seem to mind, protecting a fallen blue bird from a fury of attacks from a raticate.
"Squeaky, this is you!" She pointed toward the Raticate. "Drive it away... but don't disturb the tree." The Pachirisu leapt from her shoulder, looking frightened but determined to do as she asked, rushing toward the Raticate.
Pachirisu, partnered with the Meowth, quickly drive away the Raticate.
"arrooou" The blue bird makes a sound, and the Meowth starts licking its own wounds.
Cynthia knelt down again, casting a worried glance up at the tree before speaking to the Meowth. "Well done." She looked at her near-empty bottle of medicine then sighed quietly, using the remains on the Meowth then inspecting the unique, blue bird.
The bird was beautiful. Feathers the color of the bright blue sky with under plummage the color of ice. It was the size of a pidgey, with similar features, but distinct differences. The meowth rubbed against Cynthia's leg and than climbed up the spearow's tree.
She whispered to the bird, "Come with me?" Her eyes met the bird's eyes, and she smiled very slightly.
The bird pondered for a moment, than stretched out its head allowing Cynthia to scratch it.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 25, 2010 20:09:20 GMT -5
Azalea Town
Fitz Panzer sat outside of Faron's fortune telling tent as she sat speaking to a young teenage girl looking for love.
A sandshrew had been entertaining Fitz for the past five minutes as it chased after leaves in the wind when there was a flash in the sky, and a crash in a nearby meadow.
Fitz blinked, then jumped to his feet, turning to look into the tent. "Something's happening outside!"
Faron jumps to her feet, knocking over the table infront of her, and sending the fishbowl that contained Skeets rocketing across the tent. The teenage girl disappeared out of the tent, and ended up giggling as she ran. "What is it?" Faron asked excitedly as she hurried out to meet Fitz.
Fitz pointed toward where the crash had happened. "A light... I think something fell. That way!" And with that, he started to run, keeping his speed where he knew his sister could keep up.
"Wow!" Faron said between huffs as she attempted to run faster than her skinny legs could carry her. Skeets kepts flying between the two, twirlling around their heads.
"gaaaast!" He said excitedly as the pair made it to the meadow. In a small gathering of flowers, two small forms wiggled.
Fitz moved over to them, dropping to his knees. "Look at this!"
Faron dropped down to his side, looking at the two forms. Looking slightly like chibified airplanes, the larger of the two forms was blue, the smaller red. Both had white underbellies and looked slightly afraid.
"Are they Pokemon?" Fitz blinked at them, touching one's nose reassuringly.
"Do I look like a pokedex?" Faron asked brightly, reaching out and picking up the blue one. "But what else could they be?" She held it out for Skeets to examine. "So? It a 'Mon?" Skeets spun in a circle and bobbed slightly in the air.
Fitz continues to stroke the red one's nose, then its back. "They're... tiny."
"I know. . Ooo.." Faron started, before feeling faint. She stopped speaking, and held her head. "No. . We've got to get out of here. Forget the tent. These guys are in danger, and aren't safe."
Fitz nodded, lifting the other one, holding it in his arms. "Which way, sis?"
Faron was quiet for a moment. "T. . Towards Radio Village. We'll meet someone, than end up coming back this way.. I don't understand, but move!" She began to run, as quickly as her legs would take her as she stroked the blue one's back. "Don't worry, Longsilver. I'll take care of you." The blue one looked over at the red one, made a small motion of its head, and closed its eyes looking content.
Fitz nodded, moving to fall in behind his sister, running after her, keeping alert. "You usually know what you're talking about!"
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