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Post by Nishrocks on Jul 13, 2008 9:23:06 GMT
Almost as though the Shuppet shared the power of Atlas, his voice came from within his pokeball: ^Redemption can mean redemption of the body, which you have indeed done back in that Island Nation... but redemption can also mean redemption of the soul. That is yet to come...^
There was a pause, and suddenly, there was yet another chill in the air... ^But of course, I know why you seek a new beginning...For while your voice may be airy, your soul may be wary, there's a burden that you carry, a pining for your...Cherry?^
The pokeball rumbled warily.
<Is everything alright, sir?> asked the Gengar. Looking at Dyl inently. The pokeball rumbled again... ^No, wait, there is another you seek, oh, you have lost so many... The loss is uncanny... And you're searching, every nook and cranny, for your precious... Janny?^
The pokeball fell silent. Who knows what else this shuppet knows?
OoC: Shuppet now has a hold on Dyl, because by knowing his past, the Shuppet can encircle Dyl. Almost through spells of power... So now Dyl has his past and his present among him, how long before there is one who can tell the future? Before Dyl's soul is revealed? Find out next time, folks, on POKEMON KANTEX!
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Post by PBK on Jul 13, 2008 15:59:08 GMT
"Oh, #%$@!" Dyl cried, before repeating numerous profanities under his breath as he slumped to the ground. This had happened to him often during the night, but rarely had his past come to haunt him in broad daylight.
Flames were everywhere. Power. Power over the trees. Power over the land. Power over the pokemon. It was as if the whole world had been wrapped up into a tight little ball and been placed into the teen's hand. It made Dyl shudder now. The fire lapped at his finger tips, burning them. No. It wasn't the fire that burned them. It was the object, something within them. Dylan refused to look down, refused to recognize the object by sight. But, the teen had memorized every groove of it, and he knew the next part of the story by heart.
A shadowwy figure appeared out of the smoke. Dylan hated the figure, hated him with all of his being. Or perhaps, he hated himself. It was such a blinding emotion, anything could be true. Adrenaline. Smile. This was the end. Raise the object-
"NO!" the boy screamed, refusing to allow his fantasy once more to end in death. If he could only regain the control to turn it around. But he was back at the breeding farm now, covered in sweat. "$#%@," he mumbled, "I think I should be going." But the nineteen-year-old didn't budge from the place he was sitting.
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Post by Nishrocks on Jul 13, 2008 16:13:10 GMT
The Misdreavus returned, covering the ears of many little pokemon in the nursery. <Language please!> Shooing the teen out. Energised by the suffering of the boy, the shuppet continued. <Dylan Scott, you have done terrible things. And I do not know how your future will be, but we share a psychic link now, and I beg of you, find who you're looking for. Please. You try to pretend you've moved on, but you haven't. The darkend tale unfolds. Dylan Scott, save your soul...>
It was strange, the shuppet seemed to be close to tears, as though it shared Dylan's pain. While Atlas was connected to Dylan's intellect, Shuppet was connected to Dylan's soul...
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Post by PBK on Jul 13, 2008 20:40:44 GMT
ooc|| Ooh...I just thought of the perfect dark pokemon to complete the trio- Absol. It can predict natural disasters, thus giving us the futuristic aspect. And it's name is uncannily similar to the words absolve and absolution.
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Now the pokemon was talking to him. This was just cheery. If it wasn't bad enough that he could hear the ghost's voice, now, anyone within earshot could. He willed the pokemon to just shut up, but soon found that he had no will whatsoever, and was suddenly lost in apathy.
It was almost a relief to suddenly realize that he just didn't care. And now, he could just leave this place, leave this place and continue- whatever it was that he was doing, whatever it was that was happening to him. He had found Atlas' match. And perhaps, his own as well.
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Post by Nishrocks on Jul 13, 2008 21:03:00 GMT
OoC: I was thinking the same thing. In addition, he's pure dark type (another match) and doesn't evolve. Which means we have one evo, two evo and three evo. Just as the future is barely written, the past is slightly forgotten and the present is all that matters. PeeBee, we think surprisingly similarly. Grest minds must think alike Also, are you out of the farm now?
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Post by PBK on Jul 14, 2008 17:22:56 GMT
ooc|| Yes. :3 Great minds do think alike...sometimes...it's when they don't that we run into all these issues. xD And yes, he's out of the Breeding farm. We'll have to continue this somewhere else...but where?
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Post by Nishrocks on Jul 14, 2008 18:03:02 GMT
OoC: I dunno, it's your character. I think it's fitting if they all come from the breeding farms... but that's just me...
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Post by PBK on Jul 14, 2008 19:14:49 GMT
ooc|| I'll get him over to the dark breeding farm eventually. For now, I'll just have to think of some sort of motive.
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