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Post by PBK on Dec 16, 2008 23:34:18 GMT
ooc|| Does anyone mind if I throw Dyan into this thread?
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 17, 2008 1:32:44 GMT
I don't mind, but I would wait to see what nish would say. I don't know what he has planned. [/sub]
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Post by PBK on Dec 17, 2008 1:35:48 GMT
ooc|| Yep. That's why I asked. Normally, I'd just jump in for the heck of it...but the Lillian/Ash storyline is kind of specific so I thought I'd wait.
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 17, 2008 9:37:02 GMT
OoC/ Actually, I'm bringing all the major storylines together for the plot! So yeah. Any thread Mysterious Psychic posts on is open. I've told him where to post. Jump in PBK. Just be careful.
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Post by PBK on Dec 18, 2008 6:18:14 GMT
ooc|| Sweet...I shall then. And Dylan, be careful? HAHAHAHA...
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Dylan entered the Hospital. No reason in particular. In all honesty, he was rather surprised to see his surroundings. Clean desks and walls, and that smell that could only be found in hospitals (and in some pokecenters.)
"I distinctly remember this being a restaurant," the boy mused to himself, scratching his chin. "And I need to shave," he added a bit absent-mindedly. Dylan looked around, trying to spot someone who could possibly give him directions to the nearest food shop.
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 18, 2008 17:32:42 GMT
Cheryl ran to the little boy. "Hello. Did you see a man called Ash Lightning?"
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Post by mysteriouspsychic on Dec 18, 2008 17:37:56 GMT
The Mysterious Psychic passed Dylan on his way out from the Hospital. Though he didn't sense anything, he felt a strange tingle run through his body as he passed the man-boy. He had never felt such a thing before.
"Hmm... I wonder what this means, that Sander has so many different tingles. Where's the manual?"
He turned to the man-boy.
"You there! Man-boy! Why have you made me tingle? Do you have some object of great power that I can use in my quest to cover the world in darkness?"
He twirled dark aura around his fingers, and let it lace his tongue.
"You WILL SHOW ME anything of power..."
His action done, he waited for the man-boy to respond.
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 18, 2008 17:40:47 GMT
Dylan heard many voices. ^Run. He is bad.^ ^He has a broken past, Dylan.^ ^And in his future, he he will break you
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Post by PBK on Dec 18, 2008 18:27:42 GMT
ooc|| Man-boy...that does seem rather fitting, doesn't it, now that I can no longer use the word "teen."
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"Wha-?" Dylan said. Tingle? "No, wai- I don't swing like that. Sorry."
The man-boy was momentarily distracted by the aura that coursed the Psychic's body. There was something dark and beautiful about it.
Then came the voices, all at once in his head- like having three extra consciences and three extra levels of consciousness. Like red, flashing sirens, they each went off in turn, each one louder and more urgent than the last. Dylan stood there for a moment, listening to their pleas. (Although "listening" implies that he actually considered following what they were saying, which, he did not.)
Sorry guys; no reason to run anymore. If he is bad, I stand condemned. If his past is broken, mine is dust already taken to the wind. He can't break me if I've already been destroyed. The momentary lapse in Dylan's laid-back persona was followed by a child-like curiosity. So, what is his past?
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 19, 2008 5:28:03 GMT
Ash stepped over Luc, not remembering that he was his pokemon. Ash just had a curious look on his face, as he didn't really know what was going on. He didn't even notice the pokeballs on his waist. He just took off down the hall, leaving Luc behind. Seconds later, he came across the psychic and some weird man-boy person.
Hey, can either of you two tell me where I am and whats going on?
He showed no fright to either of them. [/sub]
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 21, 2008 1:39:32 GMT
It was the alarming response that Seishi gave that should have told Dylan all he needed to know.
^He doesn't have one.^
There was a strange presence into Dylan's mind, an intrusion into his personal space. It was Sander. A single, drawn out gasp, a small escape before his consciousness was bottled back in.
^Help me...^
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Post by mysteriouspsychic on Dec 21, 2008 1:58:18 GMT
After Sander managed to break free, the Mysterious Psychic entered into the frequency.
^So, it's the Poets of Dusk? Well, from what Sander knows, that's quite a threat.^
The Psychic raised his fingers, more dark aura swirling around it. He turned to Ash. "Little boy, this is the beginning of a war, and very soon, this place will be hell itself."
He brought his fingers crashing down, and Dylan felt his pokeballs relinquished from him. The Poets of Dusk were released.
"A name is very powerful, isn't it? Some cultures believe if you know a name, you control that person. Which is very true, and it is also why mine is buried deep. Isn't that right, Atlas,?"
The shiny abra instantly screamed in pain.
"Seishi?"
A similar scream from the shadow shuppet.
"Dunkellicht?"
There was no scream from the Rainbow Absol, instead it was the Psychic who screamed, agonized and in pain from the torturous gaze of the pokemon.
"How do you do that? How dare you rise above me, the agent of the Dark Lord. I have the power of dark aura and the reality-bending of Sander. Who are you to defy me?"
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 21, 2008 5:48:14 GMT
I don't like you for some some reason, and I don't like what you are doing. [/sub]
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Post by PBK on Dec 21, 2008 6:55:51 GMT
ooc|| So, did Dylan's pokeballs just disappear? ... oh, my gosh, that sounds SO WRONG. Way too much sugar over here...maturity level has dropped below zero.
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Dylan chuckled at the psychic's scream. It was a bit forced though. The man-boy was obviously worried about his pokemon. Atlas and Seishi didn't seem to be doing exactly well. There was a certain numbness in Dylan, tainted with confusion. He hadn't allowed himself to grow too attached to any of his pokemon here in Kantex. There was a chasm between him and all other life that he covered with the smiles and jokes. But, he still couldn't help but feel the same distress that any being with even a fraction of a heart would feel for another in pain.
Dark aura and reality-bending? ****- this could be worse than I thought.
The man-boy glanced at Ash. The little boy really shouldn't have been there. Dylan could deal with himself being destroyed- blown to a thousand pieces if necessary. But a little child?
"Shouldn't you be getting home now kid?" the older asked him, trying to sound casual, "Mommy's probably sick worrying 'bout you." Dylan's mind flashed to his own mother. She had had the foresight to save him and his sister, but hadn't shown any mercy to the others- neighbors and friends they had known for years. Brutal. Ruthless. Gone with one sweep of the sea. He hated her in that instance and felt no remorse. He felt that there should be something else there, but there was nothing. The nothing ate away at his stomach as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 22, 2008 0:13:54 GMT
I have a better chance at getting around than you do, and I don't need to have anyone worry about me. [/sub]
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Post by PBK on Dec 22, 2008 21:41:11 GMT
Dylan was a tad taken-aback. The kid couldn't have been more than half his own age. He felt a surge of anger and annoyance; slipping back to his Magma days, back when he thought he was in control of the world, back when he was invincable. Back when he thought he was invincable. Dylan pushed this mentality away, managed to resist the urge to snap at the kid. He was on edge though.
"Look kid," he said in the most understanding voice he could muster up at that moment, "It really isn't safe for you here right now. Where do you live? Tell me and Cherry can take you ho-" He stopped midway through the word "home." His mistake caused the wounds he thought he had hidden so well to be reopened.
Dylan had the most terrible headache. He resisted the urge to excuse himself so that he could get a drink and go sit down somewhere.
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Post by mysteriouspsychic on Dec 23, 2008 11:19:03 GMT
The Mysterious Psychic smiled. "Cherry?" he said, chuckling. "Now that's an interesting name. Remember what we said about names?"
He grinned, and the room blackened around him, trapping Dylan with him in his horiffic visions.
"Sander has shown you Cherry before. But has he shown you the truth? He lied to you. This is your Cherry!"
There was a flash of light, and before Dylan appeared the pokemon. It was wounded. It was dead. All around him, there was death. His pokemon. His friends. His sister.
"You kill everything you touch. But join me. Once the City is risen, I will bring it back. Cherry and your sister. Together."
He dispelled the illusions and held out his hand, waiting for Dylan to take it.
"What do you say?"
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 24, 2008 5:10:15 GMT
Something about you doesn't seem right...
Ash stepped between Dylan and the Psychic, his smaller stature not making much of a difference. His golden eyes seemed to glow as he almost glared at the MP. Because he was still young, Matched with longer hair, going past his shoulders, he didn't, because his parents taught him it was rude to. He turned to face Dylan, looking at him
If I were you, I would turn around and walk away. That's what I would do, but the choice is yours.
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Luc awoken, but he was still hurt. He looked at Lillian and Cheryl, and looked for the older Ash, whom was nowhere. He didn't realize that the young kid who looked like Ash was him. [/sub]
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Post by PBK on Dec 24, 2008 6:27:58 GMT
Dylan closed his eyes; his headache was getting worse. The vision that was passing through his mind was too much to take in. He whispered profanities under his breath, desperate whispers as though it were the one thing that could connect him to anything at all. His head throbbed- or maybe it was his heart, making an express exit through flesh and blood, and finally attempting escape through his scull, but failing as miserably as every other matter of the heart as it pertained to Dylan. And so it sat there, beating, pushing, screaming to be released, but forever trapped in his mind.
The man-boy was hardly aware of Ash stepping between him and the psychic. In fact, he was hardly aware of anything at all, save the now magnified bright lights and putrid smell that accompanied all hospitals. It was the smell of death- he knew this with complete certainty.
Kill. Everything. You. Touch.
The words attacked him now as if they were being shouted from all angles. Man-boy stumbled backwards. Sweating now. Red in the face now. Weak in the knees now. Hit the walls. Trembling. Now.
Dylan steadied himself up against the wall, its cool surface reminding him how sanity felt. The vision was gone, and in its place, words:
bring it back. cherry and your sister. together. turn around and walk away. that's what i would do. what do you say. the choice is yours.
Dylan collapsed.
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 24, 2008 11:54:50 GMT
The Psychic sighed. "I thought he was stronger, pity."
He turned to Ash. "And what about you? Will you join me?"
Rings of dark aura circled his hand. It was beautiful.
"What is your hearts desire?" he said, reams of desirable objects surrounding Ash...
"Let me give it to you..." he whispered, scanning his mind desperately for an answer...
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Post by PBK on Dec 25, 2008 0:39:28 GMT
The psychic's words pierced Dylan. Usually they would be enough to send the boy into a rage. However, under the circumstances, he was exhausted. The cold floor was his company for the time being.
A pokeball had been knocked out of his bag when he fell. It was now shaking on the ground. In time, a Quilava popped out. The pokemon silently observed her surroundings. Then, noticing her trainer on the ground the 'quil's hair stood on end. Her flames increased in height and heat as she backed up towards Dylan, glaring at the two beings she perceived to be a threat.
"It's okay---" Dylan said softly, reaching out a hand to calm his pokemon. In that moment, he couldn't even remember her name.
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 26, 2008 7:43:23 GMT
Are you ok?
Ash's child mind forced him next to Dylan. He knelt down next to him, and let a hand rest on his shoulder. After a moment, he looked up at the Psychic, his golden eyes burning with something that couldn't be named.
What did you do to him?
He ignored the rather good thing the Psychic said, mainly focusing on what he was going to say. [/sub]
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Post by PBK on Dec 26, 2008 23:23:59 GMT
The Quilava reared up and spit a smokescreen. The creature had been threatened by the boy's closeness. She was a tad touchy. But that was nothing in comparison to what would happen next.
The red laser was hardly visible with all the smoke around.
<WHAT?!?!> screeched a voice, <WHAT?!?!? WHAT, I ASK YOU!> Hissing noises. <WHAT THE #$%@ DID YOU DO TO MY DYLLY-POO?> Claws outstretched, Kitty launched herself towards the nearest visible target which just happened to be the psychic. His large, standing figure was the only thing visible to her.
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Post by mysteriouspsychic on Dec 27, 2008 16:07:07 GMT
The Psychic scoffed. "What an ungrateful ingrate." he said, looking at Ash. "In the new world order, I shall slice you up every day, a different message on your chest. And then I will heal you and make you feel the pain the next day."
He then looked at the smokescreen, and soon he was fighting Kitty.
Bad idea.
The Psychic stumbled backwards, knocking documents off the tabletop. He threw down the glameow, revealing a number of scratches on his face.
"You, on the other hand, will die the very first thing..."
He raised his hands, making them into a gun shape. He pointed them at the cat pokemon and a burst of flame emerged from them. Not enough to hurt Kitty, but enough to get the message across.
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Post by Aura Guardian Ash Lightning on Dec 27, 2008 22:03:47 GMT
Ash took a running kick at the Psychic, aiming it for his chest.
You never hurt pokemon, no matter what!
His child mind told him to hut the Psychic however possible, and even if he was young, he was still a trained martial artist, if not quite as skilled as his older self. [/sub]
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