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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 26, 2007 23:46:00 GMT
Tyson was starting to get impatient. "Darkaan, I said I would come to make sure everything was okay, but if you promised some kind of power," he turned to the Eevee. "Where is it?"
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Post by PBK on Dec 27, 2007 3:47:46 GMT
ooc|| Tyson, please type three lines for this.
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"Well, if you must know," the Eevee said, "I am in know way related to that human you just encountered. Far superior am I- a natural-born Pokemon. And I have no desire whatesoever to leave this body I was given. But perhaps you are thinking of her twin, George. In which case, they are related. Though don't expect to be able to tell them apart." The pokemon looked over the three boys. "I don't believe we have been properly introduced," he said, then, looking towards Marco, "though I do happen to know that you are Marco. A little late, aren't we? Darkaan and Tyson have been here for at least twenty minutes before you decided to show up. Anyways, I am Geraldo, though you may call me Ger if you wish. Just refrain from calling me 'Eevee,' I find it quite demeaning."
"O positive," Georgina said as she walked into the room, "Well, this could make things a little more complicated. Perhaps I should start with someone else." She looked towards Tyson and Marco. "Either of you care to give it a try?" A syringe was already in her hand. But before she could do anything, George ran into the small room.
"Georgina," he said, "Quick, something's gone terribly wrong." Or perhaps it was George who had come in first, and Georgina who had stated that there was something terribly wrong. The two were impossible to tell apart in their silver trench coats and goggles. Even their voices seemed the same. Regardless, both of them were out of there in a flash, leaving the trainers alone with the Eevee, Geraldo, once more.
"Somethings always terribly wrong with them," the Eevee said, rolling his eyes.
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Marco glanced between Tyson and Darkaan. "Now what?" he asked to no one in particular. He was blowing in and out of his inhaler, trying to normalize his breathing. This whole situation had him stressed out, though he didn't really know why. After putting his inhaler away, the boy swallowed a couple of pills. He was sweating all over.
<Got pincushions?> his Electrike helped out.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 27, 2007 7:48:24 GMT
Darkaan's conscience picked him out of his seat. He got up too fast and felt a bit dizzy. He brushed Marco as he felt he needed to help with whatever went wrong.
"Wait- I know you- do I?- Do you know me?" Darkaan asked Marco as he followed after the twins. He hoped Marco was behind him. He wanted to talk as he left Geraldo.
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Post by PBK on Dec 27, 2007 18:54:39 GMT
"I do believe we may have met before," Marco said, though he deffinately remembered Darkaan from the trading center. Now just didn't seem like the time to bring that up. So instead, the boy followed Darkaan. The Elektrike followed as well, not even mentioning pincusions once. Though it was pretty obvious as to what it was thinking about.
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They were now in another room, this one large, but completely empty aside from two twin-sized beds that lined either end, and a smaller, Eevee-sized bed. There was another door at the very end of this room, left slightly ajar, and hushed voices were coming from it, as well as a steady "beep."
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 28, 2007 10:20:57 GMT
Mortochi waddled into the room. <What is this place?> He asked. Darkaan shrugged. Darkaan noted Marco's response and heard him follow close behind him as he came into the room.
Vain-Glory and Tek both squeezed in through the door, leaving the eevee with Tyson. Mortochi went up to Marco's electrike and stroked him under the chin.
Darkaan pressed his ear up against the door where he could hear voices. He looked intently at Marco, hoping to relay this conversation to him.
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Post by PBK on Dec 28, 2007 18:15:31 GMT
The Electrike turned his head slightly, enjoying the scratches. But he wanted to be scratched behind the ears. <Pincushions taste like milkshakes in the middle of March,> he said contentedly.
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Through the door, this was heard (along with a stead BEEP noise), though quite muffled:
"It looks like this might be the last thing we can do."
"You're sure that this is the best way?"
"The merge was unsuccessful. It would be stupid to continue."
"I still think..." But then the voices became too hushed for Darkaan to hear.
"You know, you could just open the door," the familiar voice of Ger said.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Dec 28, 2007 22:25:58 GMT
((Should I have Tyson have his blood extracted now?))
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Post by PBK on Dec 29, 2007 1:38:58 GMT
ooc|| Naw. We're past that part. Just read what has been written since your last post and post in regards to that.
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Post by Darkaan on Dec 29, 2007 3:55:20 GMT
Darkaan's larvitar slowly worked it's stubby hand towards the back of electrike's head. He scratched the back of his neck, moving his hand towards his ears.
<What's this about pin cushions? Do you speak in code or something?>
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Darkaan pulled back from the door, tragically bumping into Marco. Hard. "Oof!" Darkaan fell against the door and floor, slamming the two occupants in. He froze. Not moving. He majestically developed sonar hearing as he lay there, against the door in fear.
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Post by PBK on Dec 29, 2007 18:35:42 GMT
The Electrike shook his head. <Nope. I just like pincushions.> His little legs began to move in a rapid kicking motion. He was really enjoying the scratches.
Marco fell backwards as Darkaan ran into him. "Hey, watch it!" he said as he hit the ground. The boy quickly checked himself for any cuts, anywhere where his precious blood might have escaped. He sighed in relief when he realized that there would be no need to add the stuff that helped it to clot since none had escaped. Marco would have been terribly embarrassed if he had to do that in front of Darkaan.
During the fall, a pokeball had come undone and out popped Houndour.
<What the heck?> the pokemon complained.
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Inside the other room...low whispers...impossible to decipher. Then-
"We can't just pull the plug!"
"But we have no other choice, just listen to me for once!"
"But that's murder!"
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 1, 2008 7:06:45 GMT
Tyson wasn't really paying attention, but started to when the new kid came in. What was his name? Mac? Mark? Moe? Oh well. An Electrike walked in the room saying something about pincushions. He dicided to just move to the wall and lean against it. He was having a pretty strange week. Only a few days ago he left on his journey and met Mya. They seperated as rivals. ((she doesn't come here anymore so...)) He wasn't paying much attention again, but then he heard someone arguing on the other side of the wall. He only heard a few words like "Can't" and "Choice." But then he heard the thing that made him start paying attention. "Murder"
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Post by PBK on Jan 2, 2008 18:53:01 GMT
ooc|| Very nice post Tyson. bic|| The voices continued, this time easy for the others to hear because they were practically shouts. "This was my experiment, and I'll do whatever I want with it!"
"I told you that it wouldn't work! I told you that the blood types are incompatible. But did you listen? Tell me, did you listen!"
"#$%@ you @!#%$, I'll do whatever I @#$%ing please!"There was no response to this statement. Just the steady beep of whatever else was going on inside of the room. --- "Maybe we should go in there?" Marco said, though it came out as more of a question.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 2, 2008 22:47:00 GMT
((thank you =) ))
Tyson continued to listen, and even motioned to Darkaan to Shut up. He heard much more now. "This was my experiment..." And even words he'd never heard before like "#$%@" and "@-" That's when Marco cut him off. "Maybe we should go in there?" He asked. Tyson replied, "shhh. I was just thinking of what they said! They said some strange things. Maybe we should get out of here."
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Post by PBK on Jan 6, 2008 6:58:26 GMT
Marco shuddered, thinking of what might be behind those closed doors, but he figured that as long as Tyson was there to back him up, nothing terribly bad could happen. He slowly pushed open the door, his Electrike now close to his side. The pokemon let out a small whine, as if sensing the possible magnitude of the situation.
Inside, the next room was mostly dark. There was a table to the left, and both George and Georgina were standing by it, staring down at the limp body of a Ponyta which was lying on the table. The pokemon's eyes were open, but the color of them had been dulled. Little green flecks could hardly be seen amidst the grey. The pokemon's coat itself was darker than most ponyta's. Unlike the typical white shade, this one was pure black, with the red markings that were evidence of a pokemon/human merger. The flames that served as a mane and tail were small, almost non-existance. A screen on one side of the table monitered the pokemon. The line which was drawn across it had gone nearly flat, sporatic points adorning it from time to time, but not enough to give much hope.
"What are you doing here?" one of the twins asked, though it was impossible to say whether it was George or Georgina.
"Just unplug her already," the other said to the first, completely ignoring Marco and Tyson's arrival, "There's nothing they or we can do, so they may as well know."
The first nodded. "It would take a miracle to save this one."
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 6, 2008 21:33:57 GMT
Tyson still behind Marco, listened to every word these twins were saying. He was not usually the one to listen. But in this case... He was just hoping something would help. Then he heard a word that still yet calmed, and scared him at the same time. Her? It's a girl they're talking about. Where's Darkaan? We may need some help. Tyson grabbed one of his pokeballs. ((I haven't added him to my PC yet but I will...)) "Snowball! Fall out!" Out of the pokeball, in a white burst, came a Delibird.
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Post by PBK on Jan 8, 2008 5:55:07 GMT
ooc|| Darkaan is gone for the time being. I'm going to go ahead and continue this in a desparate attempt to finish it off ASAP...has dragged on /way/ too long already. He can join back when he gets back. Yah. For convenience, I will pretend Marco has been with the group the whole time, just hanging back a bit.
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One of the twins looked at the delibird and laughed. "And what, exactly do you plan on using that for?"
"Your pokemon will be of no use against anything we could bring against it."
"I advise you put your little pet away."
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Marco glanced from the twins to the pokemon on the table. His brain slowly worked out the details- it was just like one of those murder RPGs he had been oh-so-fond of when he was younger. If he understood correctly, the ponyta on the table was actually some sort of human/pokemon experiment gone incredibly wrong.
"Oh my gosh Tyson, I think that pokemon on the table is actually a person...and they're gonna kill it."
He didn't know what help it would bring, but Marco already had his hand on a pokeball in case the twins decided to attack. If nothing else, Sparkle was big enough to distract long enough to make an escape.
ooc|| Oh wow, I just realized that Marco has never met Jai. In fact, none of my characters here have ever met each other. Strange.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 8, 2008 16:25:33 GMT
"I know." Tyson's vioce was calm, but his body shook. Then a crooked smile turned up on his face. "Now, let's not let them. Snowball! You ready?" The Delibird nodded. "Good. Pokeballs! Go!" Tyson threw many pokeballs containing his Chimchar, his PIplup, His Vulpix, and his Glameow. "Marco, throw your pokemon out." He turned to the twins once more. "My pokemon are low level, but that's what you get when you hang around route 2. I haven't seen any action since I caught Pixel. I wan't to get on. I want to battle the gyms. So let's finish this here!"
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Post by PBK on Jan 9, 2008 5:00:56 GMT
"I don't know," Marco said skeptically. "I just don't think that fighting will solve this. They've probably got pokemon way stronger than us. And a pokemon battle isn't going to save that Ponyta." Indeed, the pokemon was in a near-death state. Even if one observed very closey, breathing was hard to see. The fire type's eyes were glazed over. It was hard to say whether or not the pokemon/human was even aware of what was happenin.
"Put your pets away before we hurt them," one of the twins said, "This is your last warning."
"Believe them," the talking Eevee whom had since followed them into this secton of the lab said.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 10, 2008 2:06:32 GMT
Tyson looked over his pokemon. None of them looked like they were willing to give up. ((Hey! I missed alot of training being in the plot! This is my chance to catch up!)) Tyson looked up. "No. That Ponyta can be saved. Marco, if you want to sit around," he sneered, "and be a wimp, go ahead and do that! But we are going to battle. Hehe, Glameow! Scratch! Chimchar! Machpunch! Pixel! Ember! Plum! Growl! Snowball! Aurora beam!" Each pokemon attacked the table straps and the machinery pehind it in turn.
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Post by Darkaan on Jan 12, 2008 2:40:09 GMT
Darkaan lay bruised outside the room. It seemed like the two scientists didn't notice him since Tyson and Marco made their grand entry.
"Psst!" Whispered Darkaan through the crack of the door to Tyson and Marco.
"Tyson! Marco! Fight them! I'll send out my victreebel and magmar!" Darkaan released Vain-Glory and Marco.
They stood with him behind the door. "Marco power-up as much as you can with tail glow! When you go in their V-G, use spore, on the scientists and possibly their pokemon. Wait for my signal.
They both nodded their heads in approval. Marco was slightly annoyed with Darkaan for some unknown reason.
Darkaan peeked through the door as he rubbed his ankle. It seemed bruised and swollen. He could assemble a type advantage if he figured out his opponents pokemon's weakness.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 12, 2008 4:49:02 GMT
((Finally! Although PBK is gone for a bit...))
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Post by PBK on Jan 15, 2008 23:17:06 GMT
Marco looked back and saw Darkaan. Though he didn't particularly like the other teen, he was relieved to see him. It would have been terrible if Darkaan had gotten lost (though, admittedly funny, since they had only crossed through a couple of rooms.) The boy shrugged. He didn't know exactly what fighting would accomplish at this time, but, if the other two were all for it, there was no reason he shouldn't just tag along. Withdrawing a pokemon at random from his belt, Marco released Riptide into the room.
The Magikarp flopped up. And down. And up. And obviously wasn't going to help in the least. Blushing, he grabbed another pokeball. This sucked. He should have labeled them better. Out came Trish. The Togetic flew up in the air and seemed to assess the situation. Seeing as there were no mushrooms in the area, the fairy pokemon gave a quick little shrug before flying off and landing on Marco's head. She bit at his hair and ears playfully, waiting for instruction.
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"Well, if that's the way it has to be," George said (or was it Georgina?)
"Then you're leaving us with no choice," the other finished up.
Momentarily, they were both distracted from the dying pokemon. In perfect unison, they retrieved the only pokeballs on their belts and flung them into the air. At precisesly the same time, a strangely pink laser shot out the forms of two pokemon, identical in size and shape.
Twin dittos, both looking rather dazed looked around their surroundings for a bit before crying out with glee and morphing into a slightly pinker version of their respective trainers. Or did they each morph into the same one? It hardly mattered.
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Post by Tyson returnz with storiez on Jan 21, 2008 4:51:52 GMT
Tyson looked despretly at the magickarp flopping worthlessly on the floor. Up and down, up and down. Dang! Why did Marco catch a Magickarp for Pete's sake? "Magmar, I need you to work with Chimchar and Pixel. Vine Glory, work with Glameow. Snowball, work with Plum. Fire group! Pixel Ember! Chimchar Mach punch! Magmar Fire punch! Glameow and Vain Glory, Scratch and Leaf blade! Snowball and Plum... Pound and Aurora beam! Do it now! Marco, tell your pokemon to do something too! Let's finish this now!" (Tyson's blood sugar is getting low 'cause he hasn't eaten in a while)
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Post by Darkaan on Jan 29, 2008 3:15:15 GMT
"Wait!" Darkaan hissed as Marco and Vain-Glory followed Tyson's instructions. Darkaan shot a nasty look at Tyson, angry with his incompetence.
"Doesn't that goose know that if they copy Marco and VG that VG will be fried and the ditto will spore us instead?"
Darkaan released Tek behind him. <Oh Dark! What ya doin' down the-?> "Shhh! I hurt my ankle! We need your help!" <Yep. Shoot.>
"On my signal I want you to use 'surf' in this room. Marco will faint but it should knock out the opponents ditto."
Darkaan slowly closed the door where the scientists and the two trainers were. He peeked through the crack watching the battle.
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Post by PBK on Jan 30, 2008 0:28:05 GMT
The two dittos began to mutate strangely. One of them transformed into a Victreebell, the other into something which looked strangely like...Tyson? Just pinker. The Victreebel-like one used razor leaf. The one who looked like Tyson copied the attack, spitting leaves from his palms. What a strange pokemon.
Meanwhile, one of the twins took the time to wheel the table that the dying ponyta was on towards the back of the room. "Regardless," the professor was muttering to his/herself, "We'll have to run some tests on this one. Wouldn't want to fail like this twice." The black horse-like pokemon's eyes suddenly opened like a flash. Her mane's flame became bright for a mere second as she struggled to break from the table she was strapped to. Then, as quickly as the spark had come on, it was gone. The Ponyta's head fell the the table, fainted or dead, not that it made much a difference in this dark place. A moment later, the lines which had charted her progress on a screen became straight, a sign accompanied by a long steady BEEEEEP.
The Eevee, who seemed to be watching the whole thing ran from trainer to trainer, trying to be noticed. Finally, the pokemon bit Darkaan's already hurt ankle, hoping to get the boy's attention. <You can't fight the dark hand. Even if you do manage to beat the Dittos, they have backups, I swear there's more you don't see. It would be best for you to leave now. And take your little friends with you.> The eevee motioned to Marco, Tyson, and the ponyta on the table. <Take them and forget you ever came here.>
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