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Post by Darkaan on Dec 6, 2007 23:16:55 GMT
Darkaan bent over Bartholemew and whispered in his ear: "We won't keep them, this is a test. We need to see their reaction, but you need to give us your pokemon. If they resist or want to say goodbye to you, we know you treat them well. If they don't say anything or are looking forward to leaving you, well... that's the obvious answer that you're not treating them well. They fear you in what you do to them."
Darkaan pulled back and looked at him, with a 'is that a yes' look.
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Post by PBK on Dec 8, 2007 4:27:35 GMT
Bartholamew nodded. "Do as you wish," he said, but didn't make any movement to the pokemon, who were still sitting, still staring, still motionless. It was uncanny, really.
ooc|| Wow...short post....zowell...Please Be Kind should be studying, but already came to the conclusion that wouldn't be happening now....so instead, y'all get short posteh for the plot...there just isn't much to say here 'til we get past this point and such. See, my ooc is longer than my ic. and now I'm rambling.
EDIT: This is my 1111 post...it really is pathetic for such a special number.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 9, 2007 11:23:06 GMT
Darkaan gave a subtle cue with his eyes to Bartholemew. "So I can have your pokemon for a while? I need to run some health tests on them to see if they are alright... Should be about... two weeks til I get back to you with them." Darkaan held out his hands to receive his pokemon's pokeballs.
Darkaan pulled the little facade off quite well. He acted quite sincere and normal about it, the same way when he first met Bartholemew.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 9, 2007 16:42:45 GMT
Tyson just stared. What was Bartholemew planning? What was Darkaan planing?
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Post by PBK on Dec 9, 2007 17:25:42 GMT
Bartholemew didn't need to feign surprise. He hadn't been expecting for the boy to want his pokeballs. The man assessed the current danger. Years of fighting Magma and Aqua had made him cynical indeed. But it was impossible, he finally decided, that this boy was a spy from one of the two said groups. They had disbanded long ago. He would have to take his chances. Bartholamew threw the two pokeballs to Darkaan.
Umbreon looked suspiciously between Darkaan and Bartholemew. It braced itself to jump or attack if he had to. Bellossom didn't seem to notice a thing.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 13, 2007 10:51:03 GMT
Darkaan pretended he didn't notice the pokemon's reactions. It would have been convincing if he didn't break out into a cold sweat as he attracted every eye in the room. His eyes fell on aerodactyl and umbreon.
"Return, aerodacyl! Return umbreon!"
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Post by PBK on Dec 13, 2007 16:50:49 GMT
Bartholamew flinched and leaned part of his weight up against the table as the Aerodactyl was taken in by the pokeball. The Umbreon, however, lept into the air, avoiding the red laser, then fell back onto the table, where the pokemon proceeded to stand, just as stoic as before, as if nothing had happened at all. But now, the pokemon watched Darkaan suspiciously, picking up the smell of the trainer's sweat. He seemed to be analyzing whether the boy who had possession of his pokeball was a threat or not.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 13, 2007 23:47:29 GMT
Tyson just stared. ((Sorry for short post but not much he can do right now.))
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 15, 2007 7:22:42 GMT
Darkaan remained cool with the umbreon.
"You need to come with me. I have your trainer's trust. Both you and aerodactyl will be safe." Darkaan commented.
He smiled at the umbreon quite naturally as he watched it's every move.
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Post by PBK on Dec 15, 2007 18:06:11 GMT
The Umbreon continued to stare, as if he understood nothing Darkaan was saying. He tilted his head slightly, trying to read Darkaan's every movement. <I know my trainer,> the Umbreon said, <And you do not have his trust.> The pokemon grinned mischievously.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 16, 2007 6:55:22 GMT
Tyson heard what the Umbreon said. WHAT?! I can usually only hear my own pokemon! this was strange!
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 16, 2007 12:34:26 GMT
Darkaan was completely convinced that Bartholomew had respect from his pokemon. (Although he didn't really know what signs he was looking for, this response seemed good enough.)
Darkaan threw Bartholomew back aerodactyl's pokeball.
"I believe you, Bartholomew! Tyson! We should follow his lead. His pokemon respect him and know him well. It would do us all a favor if we joined him!" Darkaan said to Tyson.
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Post by PBK on Dec 16, 2007 17:04:48 GMT
"Then it is decided," Bartholemew said, matching his pokemon's sly grin. He returned all pokeballs to his coat, but left Umbreon outside.
The man pushed the table away, nearly to the end of the room. He bent down and knocked on the rug. Pattern seemed somewhat familiar. Then, a click was heard and Bartholemew pulled back the small rug, revealing an open gap in the floor, just big enough for the trainers to lower themselves into.
"Follow me, but only come one at a time," Bartholemew ordered, "The pathway down is only large enough for one person- you'll squish eachother if you come too quickly."
Bartholemew pushed his legs through the hole, then slowly lowered the rest of himself. There seemed to be a ladder of sorts on the left side of the hole, created by drilling indentations into it. He soon disappeared. There must have been a hallway or something else connected there.
"Come on down," a voice was heard from beneath.
((And now I will describe the inside of the tunnel, which you can interract with once you get there. I'm kind of anxious to get this thing moving foward. I understand that it was kind of hard to write decent posts with the last few since it was mostly dialogue, but now, I think I'm giving you plenty to work with, so I /will/ be enforcing the three line minimum I expressed at the beginning.))
By the time either of them could get down, Bartholemew was no longer. They were left alone, a tunnel jetting out in one direction, a small locked door in the other.
The tunnel was well lit, a string of electric lights was hung from the top. They seemed to be the type that could have previously been used to decorate the outside of a house near Christmastime.
The tunnel makes multiple twists and turns before finally ending at a door which has no doorknob, or any way to open it from the outside (unless, perhaps, if one were to use brute force to knock it down...but who knows, that could cause a tunnel such as this to cave in as well.)
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 16, 2007 17:27:40 GMT
"Finally. Something for me to do. I don't like it, but your the boss Darkaan. Plus," he smirked "I don't want you to get hurt. I'll go first." Tyson proceded down.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 20, 2007 12:06:23 GMT
"Just because I'm boss, doesn't mean I know what I'm doing." Said Darkaan, not sure about this now. "It concerns me how he knows this place so well."
"I think we should walk all the way and follow Bartholomew. But now that he thinks we are on his side, we have to play it cool and act a bit. If he is crook, or if anything happens to us, one of us has to get back to Shellau town and warn the authorities of this place and Bartholomew."
Darkaan hung close to his pokemon as they travelled through the long, well-lit tunnel with Tristan.
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Post by PBK on Dec 20, 2007 17:54:23 GMT
Nothing stopped their passage through the tunnel, no person could be seen. Nothing could be heard either, save their very own footsteps.
There was a door at the end, though it lacked any type of doorknob. There was, however, the exact same three symbols carved on it that Darkaan had seen before- a flame, followed by a hand with a swirl, followed by a drop of water. Each design was crudely made by a knife, and way too much spare time on the part of the artist.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 24, 2007 4:12:39 GMT
(Ooc: Bartholomew is gone. Can you RP as Jai now? Not many people are hear and I like her quirky charrie. ) Since Tyson didn't say much, he had a lot of time to think. If Bartholomew could do that with his aerodactyl... maybe that's what Officer Dai did to become that Tyranitar- it was dark when she transformed. The sun came up and the last officer that he followed to this cabin location, screamed and mysteriously disappeared... ... Night. ... Day. Different powers used to transform by unification then separation. Wait! Officer Dai = Day? That would be funny if the officer that just disappeared was called Officer Night. Darkaan finally came to the door at the end and looked at it. Darkaan shivered. Symbols."Not again!" He thought. His eyes darted around the hall. Where was Bartholomew? He admired the symbols. "What do you make of these Tyson?" Darkaan wondered where Jai was. Wasn't she with them all the time?
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Post by PBK on Dec 24, 2007 4:19:24 GMT
ooc|| Sorryz... I RPed her out of this part of the plot a few pages ago...for a reason yet to be revealed. But if you want, I can magically make one of my other charries appear...and pretend they found the hole, etc, etc, etc.
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The door suddenly flew open while Darkaan was still observing the symbols.
A strange looking man (or was it a woman?) was coming out of the door. Dressed in a long silver coat and strange glasses, the person would have looked very professional if it weren't for one thing- their grey hair was incredibly messy.
"George!" the person called.
"What is it Georgina?" an almost identical voice answered. So the person in front of them must be female...or a guy named Georgina.
"I think that the ones Bartholamew was talking about have arrived! A little small around the bones, but they'll do!" Georgina yelled back, completely ignoring the fact that Darkaan was right in front of her. Then, Georgina got closer to Darkaan. "And what is your name little boy?" she asked, holding out a hand to shake, "I see you've found our little hideout."
A strange looking pokemon- an Eevee?- appeared a moment later. It looked at Darkaan and Tristan skeptically. "The one with black hair is called Darkaan, the shorter one, Tristan," it said in perfect human tongue, but lacking the darkness of a pokemon merged with a human, "Seriously Georgina, you should do your research about these types of things."
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 24, 2007 6:12:22 GMT
Tyson got a big frown on his face. "Oh sure. Get my name wrong. It's Tyson! Ty-Son! Suddenly, out their pokeballs, came Pixel and Chimchar. "Ah man! Pixel! Chimchar! ... Wait... Where's Glameow? Ah whatever. Where's Barthachu or Barfallonyou or whatever his name was?"
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Post by PBK on Dec 24, 2007 18:24:51 GMT
"Whatever," the Eevee said, rolling his eyes, "You are a mere mortal who stands in the way of the greater plans for Kantex. And by the looks of it, you're a pretty sorry trainer as well- can't even keep track of your own pokemon."
"Aww, now don't you listen to him," Georgina said, "Why don't you come down with me to the pokemon lab? I'll fix you up some hot cocoa or something. You must really be cold after crawling through the tunnel on a night like tonight!" She smiled a little, though it seemed forced, and held the door open for Tyson and Darkaan.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 25, 2007 13:26:21 GMT
(Ooc: Jai?!?! Ooo! *what's happened to jai* Dyl maybe then? ) Darkaan was about to say his name until he heard the mutated eevee speak. He assumed it was a normal eevee until he realised some unusual features about it. Something fell within his gut. He vividly remembered seeing the hundred of mutant eevee that he helped lead to escape from Herald's breeding farm due to having horrific experiments performed on them... Flicked back into reality he swallowed hard and listened while thinking what to do, Tyson by his side. He watched their every move, listened to everything they said. "Drink hot coacoa?" He thought, as Georgina suggested it. Darkaan hoped Tyson was smart enough not to drink ANYTHING in a lab - especially drinks offered by strangers. Darkaan stepped forward. "We were both sent here! We want to receive great power of the night!" He said, eyes ablaze as he showed an appetite for power. It was a provocative gesture. It was one of daring, cheek but also of zeal and excitement. He felt himself get goosebumps. "We want to be the best pokemon trainers in the world!" Darkaan lied. To make himself look as though he meant what the meant, he ordered Vain-Glory, Tek and Mortochi to advance beside himself as he posed in front of them. "We will be the best team!"
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Post by PBK on Dec 25, 2007 16:39:20 GMT
ooc|| MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Dyl knows too much...though he may or may not appear later.
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Georgina raised her eyebrows, but said nothing when Darkaan posed with his pokemon. He seemed just a bit too excited.
"You want to recieve the great power of the night?" the Eevee asked, "Now that's a new one- everyone knows you have to earn the respect of the darkness. Can't happen to just anyone."
"Please be quiet and go back to doing what a pokemon's meant to," Georgina said, then, to Darkaan and Tyson, "Pay no mind to him. He's a very moody little guy, and half of what he says are lies. He just hasn't been the same since- well, we don't like to talk about it around him."
"Whatever old lady," the Eevee said, "I'll go back to eating grass or something a pokemon's supposed to do. If you need me, I'll be with George. EATING GRASS." And with that, the Eevee stalked out of the hallway.
"Well," Georgina said, "Please come in." She led them through a fairly stereotypical lab- beakers full of boiling substances everywhere. Labeled test tubes lined the walls. A tub full of black matter was set off to the side. Most everything was labeled in some sort of code. "So, did you both say you wanted hot cocoa?" She was already at one of the beakers, mixing moomoo milk with a brownish powder over a bunsen burner. "Please, make yourselves at home. And pay no mind to that Eevee. Like I said before, he's rather moody. The darkness isn't as selective as he'd have you believe. But I will have to take a blood sample from both of you if you'd like to try."
ooc|| And I'll need the bloodtypes of your characters...if you're unfamiliar, there are several different blood tyoes- O positive and negative, A positive and negative, B positive and negative, AB positive and negative.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 26, 2007 12:08:42 GMT
(Ooc: Well then what about Marco? And uh... O +.)
It didn't bother Darkaan to offer his blood. He sat down in a chair and pulled up his sleeve, rather 'excited'. He needed to observe what was to happen.
He declined the drink offer. The last thing he wanted to do was drink accidental chemicals.
"You said your name is Georgia. You wouldn't be Professor Georgia Night? Would ya?" He asked the scientist. He was going on his hunch.
He looked at Tyson, looking at his expression over the scenario before them. Darkaan honestly would have loved to know what Tyson saw of the situation.
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Post by PBK on Dec 26, 2007 21:41:56 GMT
ooc|| Okays. It might be interesting. 'specially since Marco doesn't seem to like Darkaan.
"Georgia Night?" the woman asked, "Well, no, my name is actually Georgina." She poured a glass of the brown liquid for herself, and one for Tyson, though he hadn't specified whether or not he'd like it. Then, she walked over to a nearby sink and washed her hands. Digging through a drawer, she soon found a small white plastic bag, which she tore open to reveal a syringe. Walking over to Darkaan, she poked the small needle into his arm and began to draw blood. After she had taken a pint few ounces, she withdrew the needle. "Now, I'll have to run some tests on this. GEORGE!"
"What? I'm busy right now!" a nearly identical voice yelled back.
"I have a blood test you need to run!"
But George didn't answer. "Fine, I suppose I'll just do this myself." And with that Georgina left through a small door on the left of the room (different from the one they had entered through.)
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A few moments later, some coughing was heard, followed by a loud thud, and the door they had entered through was opened. Tall, stick-like blond boy walked through the door, an Electrike by his side.
<Pincushions?> the pokemon asked.
Marco looked around the room. "What's happening?" he asked. Then, he errupted into a fit of coughing. He was probably allergic to one of the many substances boiling in beakers.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 26, 2007 23:38:53 GMT
Darkaan sat back in the chair, feeling queazy. He couldn't have cared what the conversation was about. He felt weak from his blood being extracted. He heard 'pincushions' and looked at the door.
He saw a boy with his electrike walk in. Darkaan's eyes met with the eevee's. "So are you and Georgina related? Why don't you leave your pokemon's body?"
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