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Post by PBK on Feb 3, 2008 21:19:30 GMT
Neo looked at his half-finished cup of tea, and realizing that Plum was already finished, gulped the rest of his down, burning his throat on the way. He coughed a couple of times before smiling and putting his cup down where Plum had put hers.
"I think I'm fine," he said, "I, maybe I could, uh, see some of the pokemon." He wasn't feeling all that much better, and the thought of pokemon made him feel downright sick to his stomach, but the boy figured he'd have to do it eventually, and better now when he was slightly fogged over anyways.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Feb 4, 2008 2:54:31 GMT
"Oh, well! This is guest room is where random people rest up and possibly consider buying pokemon. There's a Eruca Breeding Farm catalogue in this top draw." Professor Plum said, taking the catalogue from the bedside table.
She handed the catalogue to Neo. "It starts from the smallest grass pokemon and eventually shows you the biggest grass pokemon you can buy. Each page has it's info and pictures of each pokemon you can get... And not only do you pictures of their shiny, shadow and rainbow forms, they come in seasonal colours too!" Plum said, pointing at an autumn coloured bulbasaur on a bulbasaur page.
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Post by PBK on Feb 4, 2008 5:17:01 GMT
Neo took the catalogue and looked through it curiously. He was glad that the professor had the sense to start him with just the pictures of pokemon. It would be easier that way. "So, we can buy pokemon here," the boy said to himself. Thinking back to the starter pack he had recieved, he remembered the money.
He looked at the pokemon as Plum pointed them out. They weren't nearly as scary in print. The words didn't help much since he was illiterate, but he nodded as she explained anyways.
While she explained the seasonal forms, Neo looked over the pictures of the Bulbasaurs. They didn't look that scary. And if he was going to get over his fears, well, he'd have to start somewhere. Hit with sudden inspiration, Neo said, "I'd like to buy one of these." He pointed at the Bulbasaur picture. It scared him like nothing else, but the teen felt that he had to be strong- to be strong for himself as well as Marc. The idea that he could somehow live for both of them made him feel a surge of pride...which was directly followed by despair that he might never see his friend again.
ooc|| I just realized I had a dream that I was playing a new pokemon game...I think I started with Bulbasaur or something...what a great dream!
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Post by Professor Gravon on Feb 7, 2008 12:38:53 GMT
"Which one, dear? A shiny? A shadow? Rainbow? Regular or seasonal bulbasaur? Pointing to a page doesn't really now your choice down, dear."
She leaned over Marco rather awkwardly staring from above her glass looking downwards onto the bulbasaur page.
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Post by PBK on Feb 7, 2008 23:40:14 GMT
"Um," the teen said. Neo wasn't sure which bulbasaur was which since he had never seen one before. "I guess that one," he finally said, pointing in the general direction of the seasonal bulbasaur. He had reasoned that it was always better off not to go with something of the shadows, and shiny things hurt his eyes and rainbow things...just seemed unnatural.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Feb 12, 2008 12:11:30 GMT
"So may I ask, Neo, what current level is the pokemon you have? If you help here, we can look after your starter pokemon with your new-to-be bulbasaur! And it's free of charge if you're working here." Prof Plum shook her head excitedly. She loved hearing trainers talk about their pokemon and the adventures they have together.
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Post by PBK on Feb 12, 2008 16:05:05 GMT
"Um," Neo said. Level? A number.
"Oh, they'll never get away like this. Inferno over here is nearly level 100."
"No way!"
"Well, 68. But really, who's counting? With a nose like this, what does it matter?"
It hadn't mattered. Within moments, they had been discovered. "68," the boy said. Neo began to tense up. Even pretending to have a pokemon as brutally strong as the one who had attacked his friend was scary to him. But as long as they thought he possessed that kind of strength, he told himself, he would be safe.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Feb 14, 2008 6:17:29 GMT
"Wow! Honey! You are quite the young smarmy trainer! To think that at your age your pokemon could be at such a level?"
Totally excited that she now was with a very experienced trainer she interrogated him further.
"Oh what pokemon is it? Is it a plant pokemon? A... a kingdra?!?"
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Post by PBK on Feb 14, 2008 23:56:40 GMT
"Uh, yeah," the boy agreed, not having the slightest idea as to what the heck a Kingdra was. He hoped he sounded convincing. Plum's excitement worried him. Neo hoped she wouldn't ask too many questions. Granted, he was an expert liar when it was needed (one had to be in order to survive) but it made him uncomfortable to keep a story up with someone who had been so kind to him thusfar.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Feb 15, 2008 11:01:41 GMT
She seemed to back off. <Well. I had a lovely time talking with you trainer. You could probably do with some more sleep. I've got to get back in doing my pokemon research!>
She faced Neo has she left the room... trying to leave the chair behind. She failed to get it off her so she walked through the door, closed it and made a racket outside.
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Post by PBK on Feb 19, 2008 23:20:34 GMT
Neo flinched at the crashing noises.
CRASH! pop. plop. pop. Crrrrrrrraccck.
"FIRE! Everyone evacuate!"
People ran around like pidgeys with their heads cut off, some screaming about arson, others hauntingly silent. The fire burned bright, turning the sky into a dark cloud of smoke, lined with the red which usually only affiliates itself with blood. The air was thick and hard to breathe. It caught itself in Neo's throat, sending him into a coughing fit, but the boy soon regained control of his breathing.
The searchlights of officers were shining all around. Shouting that was mostly incoherent filled the air. Neo managed to make out the gist- officers arguing about what to do with those whom they kept prisoner.
He should get out. This was his only chance. This was the time that Marc had been speaking of, but so grossly underestimated. The boy stood there. He was a coward, this, he was sure of. Neo closed his eyes tight, not allowing any tears to escape. If it weren't for him, Marc would probably still be there.
"GRraaaaaaaaaaagaaaatorrrrrrrrrrrrr!" something screamed from behind him. Neo looked back- a Feraligatr, though he didn't know the name for the pokemon. All Neo could comprehend in that moment was that if he didn't get out of there quick, he would surely be toast. ((Now...this isn't exactly the time to be punny. Bad PBK.))
The boy ran through the work camp, or at least what was left of it. Water type pokemon were all around, trying to put down the flames. He noticed groups of other prisoners standing with the officers and ignored his natural urge to follow them.
Neo slunk behind some buildings, avoiding falling debris and the pokemon which seemed to have come up with the flames. The smell of fire, began to die down as Neo ran farther and farther from the site of the fire. Pretty soon, he made it to the outskirts of the camp, and miraculously to an unguarded gate. Without thinking, the boy ran through the gate. He continued to run, even when he was a safe distance away. Something had consumed him. It was no longer Neo running. But something unexplainable that had taken hold of him. Then, he came to the sea- a treacherous creature in its own right.
The boy lay down, and some how managed to sleep.
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Post by PBK on Mar 5, 2008 0:02:29 GMT
A few hours later, Neo awoke. The dream he had lingered in his mind. He smiled as he remembered. He was with his family, along with their neighborhood friends, Trish and Josh. Somehow, he was his age in the dream, but he was physically whole- could see out of both eyes and everything. Everyone else was much younger, the same age he had known them at. They were having some sort of a party at his house. They were laughing and having a good time, though there was a sense of sadness. Neo had tried to ignore this. Looking back, he recognized the situation as being his eighth birthday. That had been before- well, no time to reminisce in the present.
Neo got up and managed to hold himself steady- even walk around the room. Seemed as though the tea had done him some good- or perhaps it was the sleep. Either way, he was well enough to support himself.
Contrary to the impression that he may have given them upon his arrival, Neo was relatively strong, able to support loads that weighed more than himself. He was used to working long hours with little rest in between and on minimal food as well. His fear of pokemon could almost be called irrational, seeing as he could probably take out a good number of them with his bare hands.
The teen slowly pushed open the door of the room he had slept in and began to walk slowly through the farm. He was attentive to every sound, cautious not to disturb something. Hopefully he'd run into someone soon so they could get his situation worked out. At the same time, he dreaded the human contact.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Mar 6, 2008 13:00:38 GMT
BUMP! <QWUARCK!>
It seemed as though Neo carelessly bumped into a big zigzagged punching bag that quacked... No wait.
The zigzag punching bag swivelled around revealing a beak and huge dopey looking eyes. The ludicolo blinked and looked stright into the boy's eyes.
<Quarre you qwost quid?> It squabbled. It's dopey face seem to be fairly intimidating up close.
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Post by PBK on Mar 6, 2008 23:54:34 GMT
ooc|| Oh...snap.
bic||
Too shocked to say anything, the teen quickly tensed up and made a split-second decision to bold. He hardly understood pokemon speak as it was. The fact the the giant pineapple had an accent made it nearly impossible for Neo.
Before it had a chance to take a bite out of his juicy flesh, Neo spun around and began to run from the thing. It was huge- no way it would be able to catch him, the boy reasoned. All the while, his eyes darted, searching for a place to hide or for some item that would be useful in definding himself.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Mar 13, 2008 5:13:37 GMT
||oc: massive writers block. Finally got something.
Nothing lay around Neo except the walls, celing and floors of the hall. <Qwhat? Qwhy are wou qwunning aqway?> The confused ludicolo yelled out loudly, his voice not echoing down the hallway.
Professor Xanthe was in the hallway where she heard her ludicolo call out to something. She looked up to see Marco turn into the hall section that she was in.
"Woah! Is everything alright, Neo?" She asked calmly. Aromas seemed to waft from her fingertips ranging from citrus', rosemary and lavender.
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Post by PBK on Mar 13, 2008 22:03:23 GMT
ooc|| Lavender...<3<3<3
bic||
Neo stopped running as soon as he heard Xanthe's voice. She knew about pokemon. So, if the thing insisted on chasing him down and making a meal of him, Neo decided that Xanthe could probably figure out some way to fend him off.
Neo's breathing returned to normal. "Yes," he said, "Everything's fine." He smiled, as if to prove his point.
The teen looked back behind him...just to make sure.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Mar 21, 2008 13:09:02 GMT
<Quew! Quew! Quew!> Panted a tired waddling ludicolo as it rounded the corner, seeing Xanthe. "Wiles?" <Xanthe!>
Wiles waddled up and embraced, awkwardly, with Xanthe. "Your balance seems to be improving! You'll be fit to work in the farm again soon!" <I'm quooking forquard too!> He motioned to Xanthe.
"Wiles! I'd like you to meet... Neo? Neo! He'll be working with us on the farm!" Xanthe said. Wiles bowed towards, Neo. <Nice to know quour name, sir!>
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Post by PBK on Mar 26, 2008 19:56:07 GMT
Neo let out a long sign. So, this was a friend of Xanthe's. The pokemon couldn't be that terrible then.
"Uh, hi," Neo paused, realizing that he still didn't know what to call the giant pineapple of a pokemon, "uh, pokemon." He smiled. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal. The boy wiped the sweat off of his hands and on to his pants. In a moment of inspiration, the boy reached out to touch Wiles, as if to prove to himself that he could.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Mar 29, 2008 6:32:34 GMT
Wiles felt Neo's hand pet him, so he stayed lowered. <It's good to win a human's trust.> He thought.
Xanthe just watched the two, observing Neo's relationship with pokemon.
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Post by PBK on Apr 5, 2008 3:40:39 GMT
Neo patted the pokemon quickly, then pulled his hand back equally as quick. The teen smiled before glancing back at Xanthe to make sure that the human was still there. Even though Wiles seemed okay now, Neo wouldn't want to be caught alone with the giant pokemon. To his relief, Xanthe was still there, watching.
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Post by Professor Gravon on Apr 8, 2008 9:16:14 GMT
Xanthe saw Neo's nervous reaction to Wiles and smiled sweetly at him.
"I'll think I'll set you up at the pokemon creche, Neo. You should find that an easy job for pokemon farm maintenance." She said winking at him. "Come! If you want, I can get you a herbal tea on the way."
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Post by PBK on Aug 17, 2008 21:56:05 GMT
Neo followed Xanthe obediently but said nothing. Despite the breeder's kindness, he was still uneasy around her. It didn't take a lot to freak the boy out. His steps were small, quiet, and quick. His hand returned to his face multiple times to adjust the patch that was over his eye.
occ|| I dub this the slowest RP in the history of the universe. xD
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Post by Professor Gravon on Sept 4, 2008 8:30:22 GMT
(ooc: Lol! Now rediscovering you finally posted, I completely agree!)
Xanthe finally led Neo to a room which indeed looked like a pokemon creche. Within the room were giant wall paintings of flowers and giant emerald leaves. Baby bulbasaurs, oddish, bellsprout, hoppip littered the floor. A baby carnivine suckled on the bars of the giant crib area. A bunch of chikorita, one shiny, were jumping on giant mushrooms along with shroomish.
"They are all harmless. They'd enjoy playing with you and will possibly want cuddles and petting. We need to have an authority figure to show to these newborn pokemon so they can develop stronger mentally and emotionally. Are you up for this easy job?"
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Post by PBK on Sept 4, 2008 17:15:17 GMT
ooc|| I actually had to go and review his profile. xD
bic||
Neo seemed to calm down a bit when he saw all of the beautiful paintings. He had a certain affinity to flowers and leaves since they were very rare to come across in his old land. The fragile things needed quiet places to grow, places that weren't scorched by the sunlight which seemed ten times hotter than it was here in Kantex.
However, he soon noticed the pokemon (it was rather hard to ignore their presence when it was all that the breeder would talk about.) He stared at them, watching them closely, mainly wondering if they would bite...honestly, not so much that, as he wondered if it would hurt. Cuddle? Pet? What a strange place this was. The only time he could remember seeing a baby pokemon was more than ten years ago, when he was just six or seven years of age.
Neo was walking with his friend. This was before they knew that they had anything to fear. They had been talking about something that they both found extremely interesting, and somehow, they had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a forbidden area (of course, this was before they knew that such areas existed.)
The two heard barking. Little wire cages stood in front of them, piled ten high, though it was impossible to say how many of them were across. Snarling baby growlithes, vulpixes and houndours occupied each of them. Adults (though it was impossible to tell if they were male or female due to their uniforms which covered their entire body, making them appear more mechanical than anything) jabbed the baby pokemon with long poles causing them either to cower and reatreat, or try to bite their attackers (unsuccessfully thanks to the cages).
One of the tall people put on long gloves before opening one of the cages that contained one of the growlithes who had attacked. Neo and his friend watched in terror as the litte pokemon snarled and bit the gloves which strapped a harnass onto it. The pokemon seemed to mellow down, though there was still a look of complete hatred spread across its little face. It was set upon the ground before another person held some sort of item to its chest. The little pokemon began to mutate strangely in front of the boys' eyes. By the time it had finished, it was nearly as tall as the men, and it took three of them to drag it off.
It was then that they took note of Neo and his friend. The two had tried to run.
This was the first instance in which Neo was labeled as deviant. He never saw his friend again. It bothered him now that he couldn't even remember the other boy's name. Now Neo realized that he was a Lalon, so they wouldn't have been able to stay together anyway. This experience had simply sped up the process and saved him quite a bit of pain in the process.
Harmless? Neo doubted that. The breeder seemed so convinced that her little pokemon could harm nothing. Kantex was home to a very naive people. But the pokemon were small, and Neo knew that if nothing else, he could run like no tomorrow, so he nodded yes to the breeder's question.
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Post by Nishrocks on Dec 10, 2008 11:11:01 GMT
((Would you like me to take over, PBK, Neo's been here for 18 months.))
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