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Post by Radio on Jan 2, 2009 5:30:45 GMT
Charlie and Nicholas were back on Route Two, with their pokemon fully healed and a mission from Sander that they weren't planning on messing up. It might've been their allegiance to Sander and the whole of Kantex that caused them to try to avoid failure, but on the other hand, it might've been their fear of him.
"How long have we been out here?" Nicholas complained, "I'm hungry."
"Uh," Charlie said, "We've just gotten back on the Route. Didn't you eat something at the PokeCenter?"
"Yes but it was disgusting so I threw it out."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Figures." |
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Post by PBK on Jan 4, 2009 9:39:44 GMT
A rather dehydrated Wingull was laying on the route. The pokemon seemed dead, though from time to time it screamed <RED LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT!> dispelling that myth. |
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Post by mysteriouspsychic on Jan 7, 2009 18:39:45 GMT
The Mysterious Psychic stepped onto the route.
"Definitely red." he said, before frying the Wingull in a blast of dark aura from his hands. He turned to Nicholas, and a beam of yellow light erupted from his mind, lightly touching the physical world, but a battering ram in the mental world.
Nicholas could feel the energy probing his mind, as well as his inventory. His bag. His memories.
Where is that money gone? Where have you hidden your fortune??Where is that heirloom?.
When it became obvious that Nicholas wasn't saying anything, the MP sent another tendril of dark aura through the air. Wrapping itself around Charlie, it rose him into the air, and then entered his eyes. Charlie fell to the ground, his skin pale violet, his hair a washed out grey.
"Shellau General Hospital," the Psychic muttered coldly. "Bring me that heirloom, or in four to six days, the dark aura will slowly course through his body and take over his blood circulation, like a virus. First his skin will start to crust, and then his fingers and his nose and his ears will cease to function, and then, eventually, his heart will stop. And he will be the first and foremost in my Army of the Dead."
The Mysterious Psychic threw him a little slip of paper.
"Use that cardkey to get in. I'll expect you later today. After all, it won't take too long to get to Shellau Center and have someone send it over?"
He snickered.
"Remember. Four to Six days."
He smiled to himself, and cast his hand to the sky, which instantly became dark and then lit up again.
"Make that three to five."
There was a flash of blue light, and he was gone.
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