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Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe
Join Date: Oct 2004
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The battle raged for what seemed like an eternity, despite the fact that only twenty or so minutes had passed. The Watchmen, through their superior skills and merciless efficiency, were crushing Moera's psychic manifestations with all the zeal of a vengeful devil.
As Moera's dominated Asura Beta and even Psyshade Pierce fell to the brilliant assault, Moera's protective layer of psionics finally died out. "I'm going to finish this, now." A lot of eyes shot to Irene, who was suddenly aglow with pure white energy in the form of flames. Gravity lost its grip on Irene's hair, and what the hell was she wearing? It certainly looked formidible. Crimson armor with black spikes and gold trim. It had a dragon motif, right down to actual wings and a tail. Moera turned around just in time to eat Irene's Infinity Crush, forged over years of horrifying, traumatizing combat. "INFINITY CRUSH!! ...SOARING DAMSEL!!" "Mom, no!" shouted Rayleen. Moera had to weigh at least a ton in all of her deformed and oversized glory. Irene launched that bitch like a ragdoll. And promptly went to town on her. Irene's twin broadswords, Sulphyr and Brymstone, cut Moera fast, hard, and repeatedly. Meora banished all of her psychic powers and then focused all of her remaining psychic fury on defending against Irene's attacks. It was difficult for the Watchmen to watch the battle in the air. Without Moera's psionics, the Psystorm ended and some very large objects fell in random arcs, forcing some of the Watchmen to do some creative dodging. Kurika actually ran up a wall to avoid being broadsided by a sedan. The Asura Betas that were left alive, no longer dominated nor under the control of Mio's Ruinous Harmonic, were raging out of control. One of them was suddenly knocked on its back...by Irene's falling body. Rayleen blasted right around the freed Impact in a full on sprint, leapt right at the Asura, sliced its face, or lack thereof, in a broad stroke, then emptied all six rounds of her Gunblade into it. A second later, Rayleen was at Irene's side, holding her blade at the ready to defend her mother from further attack. Where was Moera? Moera stood right in a small pool of water that remained in the fountain, mostly healed but still bleeding. Her left, horribly disfigured hand was clutching her face and forehead, trying in vain to stave off the migraine from overusing her powers. "This is very cliched, but I'll say it anyways," Moera said through stubs of rotting, yellowed teeth. "You haven't seen the last of me." And with that, Moera teleported away. Ugh. That miserable cunt was really going to get it the next time. The Watchmen tag-teamed the rampaging Asura Betas until they were all neutralized. Rayleen then stood up. "Daphne, please bring the Rig here. Lexhur, could you help plow a route for her." "Is the good lady Bloody Rose alright?" Lexhur asked worriedly. "Yeah," Rayleen sighed. "She overworked herself, as usual. Mom always has to steal the show." She should join the club. A lot of jerkoffs have been stealing the show as of late. The Rig, with the help of Lexhur, muscled its way into Prime Square. Heidi worked with Kurika to load Irene, who was now in her original armor, into the Rig. A body fell from the roof and landed solidly onto the road, frightening several people. "Demon. Law enforcement and emergency service vehicles are approaching fast," Wilhelmina said, walking out of the smoke plume she made when she impacted the road. Rayleen nodded and faced the rooftops. "Sorceress X. Update." "Disappeared into the sewers as a team," Mika responded. "Angel sent Housewife down there all alone. Would that be okay?" Rayleen poked at her right cheek. "Yeah, that should be fine. With a remaining force that small, I doubt Faynoc would do something stupid like go into Metal Hell." "Metal Hell?" "The subways and sewers connect to it in various areas. It's usually inaccessible, but enough force or the right hacking skills would get you inside. But nobody wants to go in there. Lots of bad shit. And oh hey, what do we have here?" Mio Kazetsubaki, who had just healed herself up, climbed out of the cake shop, her armor caked in...cake. Rayleen strolled up to her like two friends who just happened to see each other. "I know who Eldys Asherah is," she said. "Then we have much to talk about, Rayleen Crosswald." Mio said calmly, removing her helmet. Just like Rayleen, Mio had long, shiny black hair. Mio's eyes were black like obsidian. She had the features common among people from Hiroshiho, which made sense is she was Empress Sakuya's daughter. "You're abandoning Faynoc?" "I never really was his vassal in the first place," Mio shrugged. "Everything I've done, everything I've become...it was all for my honored mother." "I'd like to speak to Empress Kazetsubaki, myself. As soon as I deal with the feds." Dormond was almost instantly by Rayleen's side. "I'll take care of that, my lady." he said. "You all must be terribly exhausted. Please return to the agency and relax. The media will be in hot pursuit and you're far too soaked in blood to be in camera." Rayleen chuckled tiredly, then turned to the rest. "Well, you guys heard the butler. Mission complete. Let's get out of this shitstorm before the fecal matter puts a dent in the Rig." The ride back to the agency was uneventful, accept for having to wait for the various emergency vehicles to pass by. Then Heidi smoothly steered the vehicle back home. Lexhur followed closely behind, and a few of the Watchmen, like Kurika and Marionata, rode of the Ruin General of Steel. Twiloch rode inside the Rig's shadow. Shevenston was eagerly awaiting the crew when they returned. A blonde girl with the top of her head hidden behind a visor and skullcap stood motionlessly next to him. She had two large Mantyne fins coming out of her back, which suggested that she was another Pokesoldier. Shevenston wasn't surprised to see Irene. "I suppose she talked to you first, Regional Chief?" Rayleen asked. "I tried to convince her to not get involved since she had only just regained consciousness," Antonio apologized. "But you know how your mother can be." "Indeed, I do." Rayleen said, then looked at the blonde. "Laurith, how are you doing?" The blonde nodded quietly. Rayleen turned to Mio, who obediently exited the Rig under careful watch from Wilhelmina and Whitney. "Mio, please wait for me in the lobby. I won't be long." "Of course," Mio said, then walked right on inside. "Chief Shevenston, would you mind coming with me? We've picked up some interesting individuals that want to strike a deal with us." Shevenston eyed Marionata and Twiloch as the former hopped off of Lexhur and the latter materialized out of the Rig's shadow. "More Ruin Generals? Tell me that these are at least housebroken." While Mio was a dangerous enemy during the battle in Prime Square earlier that day, she proved to be very kind and polite now that the fighting was over. She was becoming fast friends with Whitney, Cecilia, Shannon, and Lola. Bretton even bothered to help Mio feel at home by flirting with her. At least, it was assumed that was Bretton's intentions. The Watchmen were dismissed with very little of an explanation about this Eldys Asherah chick. Rayleen and Mio were keeping it very hush-hush. There was currently no word from the Kimonos about Millenium House, either. Despite all that happened, the day had wound down in a very anticlimatic way. It did do wonders to help ease away all the adrenaline. Nobody saw Marionata, Twiloch, Rayleen, or Shevenston for the rest of the day, but they did see Laurith. Laurith was a senior member of PATCA. Unfortunately, she was mute. According to Lola, who actually knew the girl, Laurith lost her vocal chords fighting in Metal Hell, and had a greater amount of information to spill about it than Rayleen volunteered. Early in Honmyr's rapid development, even before the empire turned into a republic, a lot of heavy shit needed to reach a lot of places. The Trans-Honmyr Redevelopment Network, or THoRN, was a sprawling underground series of tunnels and elevators. Now it's fallen into disuse, and is flooded with some of the region's most dangerous Pokemon, particularly Water, Rock, Electric, and Ground types. The elevators were sealed and many of the accessways from modern subway and sewer systems were welded shut. There were still ways in there, but it was strongly encourages that nobody enter what was at this point called Metal Hell. However, Pokemon Trainers tend to be a recklessly brave sort, and neutralizing all creatures within Metal Hell was turned over to the Prideguard. "Metal Hell's network of tunnels and dropoffs is not very good for the heavy military weapons the Prideguard relies on so much," Harliette offered. "Besides, it's good training for those who wanna get really strong. Although these days, I hear there're things far more horrific down there than high level violent Pokemon. Given what we've learned from the Prideguard...y'know, their dealings with freaks like Faynoc, they may actually have a hand in it. I think it would make sense. Only fools venture forth where angels fear to tread. Come to think of it, when I used to be in a gang, we pretty much made our territory right at one of those elevators. It's sealed off, but there's a small maintenance shaft you could just blast the lock off of and boom, you're in Metal Hell." "Did you go in there, sis?" Lola asked. "Fuck, no. What'm I, retarded? But y'know, if I tried, I might've caught a lucky break. They say places like Metal Hell and the Miasma Mountain Range are places where it's highly possible to encounter Pokemon nobody else has ever seen. That chick Ricewood pays out some hefty bounties for undiscovered Pokemon." Renny knew that far too well. There was an article about his Mollesk in the Honmyr Informant, Honmyr's most successful newspaper. He was also one hundred thousand Pokemon Dollars richer for the discovery. But not just about his Mollesk. This mission, like the bank mission, was going to be another fat article on the front page. |
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#82 |
OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?
Join Date: May 2006
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The mission's success had put an end to the intensity of the situation. Faynoc was being tracked down, presumably without notice. The opposing forces of Faynoc's cultists and the Prideguard were quelled. Mio and two new ruin generals defected to PATCA. Muon was successfully rescued.
However, Renny practically missed the entire conversations between everyone in the Rig as he waited impatiently for their arrival back to the headquarters so he could bring his pokemon directly to medical care. As effective as standard medicine was, nothing was a substitute for proper attention and rest. The enormity of everything that went over his head this mission shook his leg into a slightly jittery state. Thinking back on the mission shook his nerves, but he couldn't help himself. Tossed into a maelstrom, he felt responsible for everything that happened to his pokemons and even his gut clenched at what could have happened. The sniper that wounded Pierce's Kingdra could have very well have be targeted toward himself or one of his pokemons. The Pokegeddon so casually created a catastrophe with their sheer and neglectful use of their powers, that their removal from the battlefield was a blessing in disguise. If the battle continued as it did, their success would not have been certain. Adding to all his worries were the new sort of attacks that his pokemons were taking in his defense. Domination and weapons. Until now, he felt confident in his abilities as a trainer. The battles he had done for PATCA up to this point had all been pokemon battles, and he felt he performed admirably. But pitted against killing weapons and military forces, Renny felt pitably small in comparision and he felt the fear of death inside him like a scar. As the group returned to PATCA, Renny immediately headed to the medical facilities, where upon he summoned his pokemons, looking them over briefly while waiting for someone qualified to attend to them. SWAMPERRTTT EEEERT! *Damn it! I can't believe I got knocked out at such an heated moment! I wasn't strong enough!* He pounded the floor once in a show of frustration. Shaymin hay! *Scary! I wasn't allowed to fight back while I had to blow all that dust away while everyone was still fighting! So scary! I would have preferred actually fighting!* MOLLLLLL!!! * IT BURRRRNNNNEDD!!!* His tentacles were partly outstretched and it flailed limply but erratically in a sort of absentminded panic, potentially even unaware that the threat was over. UMMM BRE BREEE...oonn... *I kinda wish Renny used me more often. I may not be terribly strong, but I can still fight! I hope he doesn't think I'm holding him back...* She looked a bit glum as she laid herself to nap on the floor. Magnezone zone! *Opposition's strength beyond expected levels...* It hovered, looking somewhat dented but otherwise being the sturdiest out of all the pokemons aside from Umbreon. TOGeeeGEeeEE! *RENNY! I'M SO SORRY! AAUUWAAHHH!* The fluffy pokemon practically buried his face against Renny, as if begging forgiveness for his weakness that caused him to turn against his beloved friend. Renny sat on the chair holding Togekiss by his side reassuringly, watching his pokemon's expressions as he questioned what could he possibly do... if there was a next time. |
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#83 |
Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: Harmonial Sanctum
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It Ain't Funny Bein' A Lopunny
Harliette entered the small lounge for the medical ward, clutching her stomach and apparently in very good cheer. She seemed so preoccupied with laughing that Renny waited a while before addressing her. "Hey, Renny. Get this shit," Harliette said. "Pokemon Mating Season is already starting to rock this region, and just like the Pokemon, those with Pokemon DNA in their bodies are also affected by it." Harliette took a seat next to Renny, even though she had already had her Pokemon healed up. "Rachel's in there, too, and they're starting to give off pheromones like crazy. You can literally smell the bitch in the two of 'em. I guess that's why I haven't seen any of the other Pokebrids around lately. Well, except for Dormond. You can tell he's hot and bothered as well, but he composes himself nicely." Before Renny could give off any kind of retort, Harliette stood back up and took Renny by the hand, pulling him out of the chair. "C'mon, y'gotta hear this," she said with a mischievous grin, then yanked him over to the door. It was left slightly ajar, so Renny and Harliette could hear the whole naughty exchange. "You know, Lola, this is a good opportunity to hook up with Mr. Tresserhorn." Lola gasped. "Wuh-what? What are you talking about?" "You're not very good at hiding your emotions or guarding your expressions," Rachel chuckled. "I saw the way you looked at him during that last mission. You should totally go for it. You two would look so cute together!" "Do you...uhhh...do you really think so? Wait, this isn't right!" "It's perfectly alright, Lola. I mean, if not Renny, then what're you gonna do while it's mating season? Just curl up in your bed and masturbate until you fall unconscious?" "That's really perverted, Rachel." "You're still going to do it though, right?" Lola was silent, which prompted more laughter and teasing from Rachel. Harliette motioned for Renny to stand back, then Harliette knocked on the door. "Hey, Lola, it's Harliette again. Renny's here to get his Pokemon checked out." "Oh, is he now?" Rachel asked, then opened the door. She and Harliette smiled at each other, then both walked into the lounge where Renny was waiting with his Pokemon. "It's all you, boy." Rachel said with a wink. "Play your cards right and you can land my sister tonight," Harliette said with a thumbs up. "Ms. Phelps!" Rachel called in. "I'm going to take my supper now." "But you were eating the whole time since you got back," Lola stood at the door, but Rachel simply gave her a small wave and exited with Harliette, leaving a confused Lola and a bewildered Renny alone in the medical ward. Renny noticed a remarkable change in Rachel. Rachel's eyes were slightly wet and dreamy, and it seemed like she was giving Renny a rather perverse stare. She was, if Renny could describe it, a lot friendlier. "Oh, Renny. Would you like to come inside?" Lola suddenly blushed at what she said and quickly turned around to go back inside the office. Renny was quite surprised to see how much this mating season had changed Lola. Lola looked at Renny like he was a bacon double cheeseburger with mayonnaise and she hadn't eaten in three days. Her breathing was a little more rapid and pronounced, and as Renny followed Lola inside, he could detect the scent of Lola. It wasn't any perfume Renny had smelled. And the smell made Renny's body warm. Lola had Renny recall his Pokemon and then place them in the healing machine that was pretty much the same thing as those in Pokemon Centers and certain other high traffic locales. She began diagnostics of the Pokemon. Unlike the Pokemon Center version of this machine, Renny could see what was being done to his Pokemon. The Pokemon were subjected to various sprays or beams of light, depending on their condition. Slowly but effectively, the Pokemon were healed of their more serious wounds first. ----- Charlotte's Trophie Mysteriously Vanishes...Or Not The glass jar that held the blood of Phantomere was broken. There wasn't a drop of blood left in it. But it didn't take Charlotte long to discover what had happened to it. There Chibi-Phantomere stood, looking like some kind of cute plush toy, apparently too frightened by how high the shelf was to attempt to get down. Phantomere locked eyes with Charlotte, then shrinked back from her. "No! Please don't kill me! I! I can help you! Really, I can! Please don't flush me down the toilet or make me a chewtoy for your Pokemon! I don't taste very good!" Charlotte hadn't even said or done anything yet and already Chibi-Phantomere was begging for his life. This was going to be a rather strange night. One day they might get to fight a Ruin General who dies in a more permanent way. ----- Eldys Asherah Introduces Herself "I'm surprised you remember this place, Rayleen. You were such a little girl the last time I brought you here." Irene told her daughter. Rayleen nodded. "This is where Darrell proposed to you. It's kind of an important place for me as well." Irene slowly froze, then started slowly walking again. "You used to call him your father. So, you know, don't you?" "I've known for a very long time, actually." Rayleen looked at the sky. "I just never said anything. I kinda always wanted to believe that Darrell was my real father until you would tell me, but that day never came." "I'm sorry I never told you." "Relax, Mom. I'm all right with it. I don't fret over shit I just can't change. I am Vladier Burkmont's daughter. Just like Alice. Just like Mio. Just like Discord." The two women walked closer to the center of the park clearing. "But that's not why you brought me here, is it?" "You've been in a coma for a while, but I think you can still remember what you were telling me about before that incident." Irene nodded slowly. "Right. Eldys Asherah." "It can't just be a coincidence that I met Mio. And if Mio knows, it's because Sakuya knows. I thought this woman spoke only to you." "She probably would have just told me and only me. However, I refused to help." "But it's extremely important, isn't it?" "Think about the kind of woman I am, Rayleen. I can do just about anything I want with my life, but I am bound. There are too many oaths. Too many promises. I can't just do what Eldys needs me to do, even if my pathetic inaction would condemn this world to destruction." Rayleen's gaze sharpened. "And that's why you told me. You wanted me to do what you cannot bring yourself to." Irene didn't say anything. "I'm bound to a lot of the same oaths and promises that you yourself are. People believe in the both of us, despite the fact that they believe in me more because I'm your daughter than because of what I can do." "I believe in you because of what you can do," Irene said. "Is that not enough?" Rayleen shrugged with a smile. "We're avatars of justice, Mom. I couldn't give a shit less if no one believes in me. I do what I can do because it's what I gotta do." "And if you must do what would turn the whole world against you in order to save it, you would have an entirely different opinion of what is important to you." Rayleen ran around Irene to see the young woman as Irene simply turned around. She had long and wild fiery red hair, long elven ears, revealing white leather with red fur, a mysterious long staff, eyes as clear as the ocean blue, and white tribal style tattoos all over her body. "My daughter, I would like to introduce you to Eldys Asherah." "She's not human," Rayleen observed bluntly. "In her opinion, we might be the ones who aren't human." Eldys approached slowly and steadily. "So, you would not help me, but you would have your daughter help me?" "That's the plan," Irene said. "But she's not ready to assume a role so unbearably difficult, yet. Nobody really is." "I...I just don't know what to do." Irene turned to Rayleen. "Honestly, don't worry about it right now. We know what Burkmont's going to try and do in response to that battle in Prime Square." Rayleen nodded, unsure of what her mother was asking for. "I've spoken with Antonio. We have a plan. Antonio will tell you all about it later. Over the course of the plan's execution, I want you to find a certain something in the Miasma Mountain Range..." ----- And Three Days Later... "You." Pierce looked around himself. "Yes, you! You're coming with me." Harliette approached him as the sun finally set. "I need a drinking partner and you look like you could knock a few back. Feel like going out for a little nightcap?" Pierce found that he didn't really have any plans for that night, anyways. Aside from maybe trying to seduce Chizuru, but since Chizuru was still tracking Faynoc, he was left with nothing. The place was called Tarot, which was bizarre because it had absolutely nothing to do with tarot cards or readings. It was a three-story structure. "Bar on the first floor, dance club on the second, fuck rooms on the third," Harliette said. The night started off as usual. After a few drinks, Pierce was already warming up to the night. With not so much as an excuse, Pierce left the bar and was already dancing with a Beautifly Pokebrid. He wasn't hammered enough to not notice that Pokebrids were probably eighty percent of all dancers on the floor this night. He had heard about mating season, and he knew exactly what that meant. He could get a whole lot of play for the next three months without really trying. This Beautifly Pokebrid was clearly hosed. The only thing holding her back from jumping Pierce was all the other dancers. Then Pierce remembered the third floor. Maybe after a few more dances... "I see you're having what I'm drinking. Good choice." Harliette turns around in her seat to see a man that she hasn't seen before. He didn't seem too obnoxious, and if it wasn't him, then some other jerks would ruin her mood, so Harliette decided not to tell him to fuck off. "I like it. I'm not quite used to the kick, though." The man took the seat, or rather, seats next to her. "I do find it incredibly relaxing to enjoy a good drink after an entire day of shipping manifests and disgrunted workers and deliveries that were interrupted or never happened." He frowned. A club like Tarot saw a lot of different types of people, but usually not the wildly successful ones. "Strange seeing a wealthy businessman here. You do your own shipping and whatnot?" "Oh yes, I run my own company. We have a presence in a few cities, nothing too big. Business is good, though." "Not many wealthy businessmen I know would actually be a Pokebrid. Especially a Snorlax Pokebrid." Harliette observed. Despite the fact that mating season kicked off strongly, this guy was very in control of himself, just like Dormond. "Hoho hohoho! Well, like I said, business is good. I thought I'd give myself a treat, and Snorlax does make for tending to my garden better. What about you, young lady? What do you work in?" Harliette's face was a little red from the alcohol starting to kick in. She lit a fresh cigarette. "Well, I used to be a good-for-nothing criminal. Now I'm just a good-for-nothing agent for PATCA. I do wind up in enough fun situations to keep me interested, though. We were just recently involved in a large battle. Prime Square got its ass handed to it. So me and my buddy Pierce are here. I imagine he's shacking up with a drunk Pokebrid by this point. It is mating season, after all." "PATCA, eh? What's that like?" Pierce and the Beautifly Pokebrid were doing some serious grinding until the both of them couldn't stand it anymore. Pierce quickly paid the fee to use one of the rooms on the third floor. Pierce's good deed for the evening done, he was getting tired and so just moved straight down to the first floor, where he found an inviting couch...and a sexy young Gorebyss Pokebrid. Well, why end the evening with just one conquest? "So, young lady, we've been conversing for a while and I haven't seen your friend. I'm starting to think that maybe that's just a story you tell to pick up handsome old farts like me." "You're a confident son of a bitch, aren't you?" Harliette laughed, then looked around. "He might've already passed out upstairs with some bimbo or-oh, there he is." "My word, is that Pierce Granger?" The man laughs. "Small world indeed!" "You know him? And here all this time I though he was raised by Arcanines or some shit." "Why yes, in fact he used to work for me, oh, about a year ago. He never said he was quitting to join PATCA, though. I must say he has traded up." "Pierce, working as a minimum wage office bitch? Even with this much alcohol in me, I'd never believe it." "Yes, well, there's a lot of things you wouldn't believe about Pierce Granger." The man then pulled a watch out of his jacket and quickly scanned it. "Oh dear, is that the time already? Well, dear, I'm afraid I must be going. Listen, can you do me a favor? Could you give my card to Pierce?" He handed Harliette a card. Harliette didn't actually think to look at it. "I would very much like to catch up with an old friend." "Yeah, no biggie." "Thank you very much, young lady. I enjoyed our conversation very much. Oh, I don't believe I introduced myself. My name is Horace Mugworth." He introduced himself, shaking Harliette's hand. "I hope to meet you again, good night. Please do give Pierce my card." The next morning started off with an interesting surprise. Pierce woke up with a hangover, probably a common occurance. He recognized his room in the PATCA building, but for the life of him couldn't recall how he got back here from Tarot. Then he turned over. And she opened her eyes. "Oh, shi-!" Harliette screamed before pushing herself away from Pierce so far that she fell out of his bed. Clutching her head from the migraine, Harliette stood up and came to realize that both she and Pierce were dressed in what they were wearing last night, and the only things they had bothered to remove were their shoes. "Huh. I must've passed out in your bed by mistake. Sorry." Then Harliette started to dig through her pockets. "I put it somewhere. I know I-oh, there it is." There was some kind of card, face up, on the small table on the other side of the bed. "I uhhh...I'll go get some coffee and water and whatnot," Harliette said, then froze just as her hand touched the doorknob. "Hey, come with me real quick, would you?" Pierce, fighting his throbbing head, walked over the door. Harliette had him look outside, then she exited. "If anyone saw me exiting your room in the morning, it could start some rumors that I think neither of us want. Anyways, I'll be back, shortly." The card was still on the small table. What importance could a stupid card possibly have? Last edited by Astral Harmony; 09-18-2010 at 03:47 PM. |
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#84 |
Feelin' Super!
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Charlotte went back to the others to the agency without a word. She was willing to act calm about it upon the initial revelation, but Moera escaping was bothering her. She wanted to kill her again. It wasn't even her desire to kill something new, she just wanted to see the bitch stop breathing, and then feed her Sol-leks.
And then feed the waste to Hammond. Their was the pokeggedon to. The Prideguard, Faynoc, all of them. There were so many more she could've torn apart. They may have ended the riot, but it didn't feel like a victory to her. The first mission? A victory. She helped be the first to kill the Ruin pokemon, and she instilled fear into Moon and Shannon, even if it didn't last long. 2nd mission? Pretty cool. She killed some undead guys, and that was fun. She also played a role in getting rid of Phantomere, who's remains were on top of her fireplace. She thought she killed Moera, but that was taken away from her. A sullied memory. The memory of finally finishing her in the future would be twice as great though. She silently walked and dropped her pokemon off at the medical ward. She saw Renny moping. She considered going over there and picking at him, but that would be too easy. She had to go make someone else feel really bad about this day. That was when she saw Bretton, making conversation with Mio. Mio joining them pissed her off to. He didn't know? Perfect. "Hey Bretton," she said walking up to him and pointing to a chair, "why don't you take a seat?" --- Later that day, Charlotte went home and walked back into her house. She took off her coat and hung it up on the hanger. The house was a pretty reasonable size, two floors, one bathroom. It was very quiet though. Charlotte was tired. The mission felt like it had dragged on forever. She got some things to be thankful for though. Fucking Arceus for one, and she also managed to score a leg and a Pincer off the Crownlegs. Just one more thing to add to the trophy room. She made her way upstairs first, she stored the Arceus away in a small safe before going back down into the trophy room. The trophy room also doubled as her living room. All across the dark brown expanse were several stuffed corpses and an occassional head. There was a Ryhorn skull on the bookshelf, a stantler on the wall, and a Linooned on the Fireplace... hey wait a moment. The Urn. It was knocked over. Everything was gone. Nothing else seemed to be missing though. 'Did Nicholas come over?' She pondered for a moment before hearing a tiny footstep. She turned around and lifted an eyebrow at possibly the most hilarious and strange thing she had ever seen. "No! Please don't kill me! I! I can help you! Really, I can! Please don't flush me down the toilet or make me a chewtoy for your Pokemon! I don't taste very good!" "You know what? Fine. You have absolutely as much time as you need to explain this to me on the circumstance I get to record it," she ansered as she pulled her camera off the table nearby and started filming. At first, she took up the photography thing mostly offhandedly, but she was getting more interested in it, to a point that she actually went out and bought a better camera. Seeing as how she could get this on record, it was well worth it. |
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Moves Like Jagger, Kupo!
Join Date: Jul 2007
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Pierce was just about ready to follow Faynoc down the sewers now that Moera was done.
And what? It was a maze down there, there was no way he'd be able to pick up their trail. The best option was to wait for Chizuru to report back with Millenium House's location. So it was reluctantly that Pierce walked, or sulked, back to the Rig. He sulked all the way on the ride back to base, too. He dropped his pokemon off at the medical center without paying any mind to anyone. Most of them had taken a beating, Tyranitar in particular looked like he was in pain. ------------------------- Three days later And then Pierce sulked for three more days, until Harliette caught him in one of the hallways. "You." Pierce looked around himself. "Me?" Yes, you! You're coming with me." Harliette approached him as the sun finally set. "I need a drinking partner and you look like you could knock a few back. Feel like going out for a little nightcap?" Drinks? Hell yeah, he needed a few right now. "Sure." The place was called Tarot, which was bizarre because it had absolutely nothing to do with tarot cards or readings. It was a three-story structure. "Bar on the first floor, dance club on the second, fuck rooms on the third," Harliette said. The night started off as usual. Pierce had a few, or a lot, of drinks. "Hi there." Pierce looked to his left to see a Beautifly Pokebrid. A damn good looking one at that. It didn't take long for them to leave and go up to the second floor, where he did not fail to notice most of the dancers were Pokebrids. It was Pokemon Mating Season, after all. Before long they went from grinding on the dance floor to grinding on one of the upstairs bedrooms. The deed done, Pierce paid the fee for the room and went back downstairs to keep drinking. The night was still young, and he still hadn't drowned his depression in alcohol. So he sat down on a couch, before being promptly approached by a Gorebyss Pokebrid. It seemed he wasn't going to get nearly enough drinking done tonight. -------------------- The next morning started off with an interesting surprise. Pierce woke up with a nail going through his head, figuratively. He knew this was his room in the PATCA building, but for the life of him he couldn't recall how he got back here from Tarot. Then he turned over. And she opened her eyes. "Ffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" He started, at the same time she said "Oh, shi-!" Harliette screamed before pushing herself away from Pierce so far that she fell out of his bed. Then both she and him realized they were still wearing their clothes from last night. "Huh. I must've passed out in your bed by mistake. Sorry." "God, I hope so." Then Harliette started to dig through her pockets. "I put it somewhere. I know I-oh, there it is." There was some kind of card, face up, on the small table on the other side of the bed. Harliette left (after making him check outside to make sure there was no one around, so no one would see her leaving his room), and Pierce went back to rubbing his throbbing forehead. He hadn't gotten that drunk in years. He remembered little from last night. Just the Beautifly Pokebrid, and then Gorebyss, and then... Vespiquen? And the rest was just a drunken blur. God, it took a lot of booze to get him that wasted, unless it was Renny's wine. Pierce noticed the card was still on the small table. Pierce picked it up as he focused to read the letter. What importance... could a stupid card... Horace Mugworth. Son of a bitch. -------------------- "You son of a bitch." "Is that any way to greet an old friend, Pierce?" "So now you're leaving cards with my co-workers?" "Well, I didn't want to start a scene and get you in trouble, m'boy." "What do you want?" "Well, m'boy, I'm in town on business. Delivering some materials and recieving a hefty sum and some favors in exchange." "Get to the point." "My partner is Reynold Faynoc. I believe you know of him?" "You son of a bitch!" "And who do I see, strolling around his secret base? None other than Samantha Granger. I must congratulate you on hiding her existence from me the entire time you worked for me." "If you touch her, I swear to God-" "I don't know if I could stop myself, m'boy, you know what the season is, and dear old Sam is such a tasty treat." "I swear to God, I will kill you." "After all, I have to celebrate somehow after what Faynoc and I just finished. And none of it could've been possible without you, Pierce." "What are you talking about?" "Do you remember that equipment you stole from Ricewood Masterworks? What do you think it was for? Yes, Pierce, I was working with Faynoc even then, and you were helping me." "You're lying." "Am I? You'll see. Anyhow, I haven't even gotten to the best part! Do you know what we're building, Pierce? As you should know, Legendary pokemon DNA is rather volatile. It can be tricky to make a person into a Legendary Pokebrid, and the process is long. What we've done is build a machine that can make the process much shorter, I mean a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, it's not perfect. There's a 50% chance that the subject will perish." "..." "No witty retorts, Pierce? No death threats or insults left? Why, you should be happy! You're responsible for the deaths of half the people that step into that machine. And there's so many of them, Pierce. Faynoc's influence really is something. They're all just lining up!" "... I'm going to stop you." "I have no doubt you will. There's a package waiting for you at the front desk of the PATCA building, m'boy. It contains the location of Millenium House, and all the proof you need to know I'm not lying about this. Do come quick." Horace hung up the phone, and Pierce cursed.
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OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?
Join Date: May 2006
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"Hey, Renny. Get this shit. Pokemon Mating Season is already starting to rock this region, and just like the Pokemon, those with Pokemon DNA in their bodies are also affected by it."
Renny instantly recalled the conversation he had with Lola during the night of the second party where she had revealed the pokebrid's particular side-effect. He didn't get far in his thoughts as Harliette continued, sitting by his side. He was already intrigued by her previously uncharacteristically friendly behavior, but the topic gave Harliette Renny's undivided attention. "Rachel's in there, too, and they're starting to give off pheromones like crazy. You can literally smell the bitch in the two of 'em. I guess that's why I haven't seen any of the other Pokebrids around lately. Well, except for Dormond. You can tell he's hot and bothered as well, but he composes himself nicely." Renny was shocked to hear those words, but even more so for her to clench him by the arm, tugging him toward the door. C'mon, y'gotta hear this." Renny could have almost have protested, but his alert sense of hearing perked up within the first line and curiousity made him shut up and listen... "You know, Lola, this is a good opportunity to hook up with Mr. Tresserhorn." Lola gasped. "Wuh-what? What are you talking about?" "You're not very good at hiding your emotions or guarding your expressions," Rachel chuckled. "I saw the way you looked at him during that last mission. You should totally go for it. You two would look so cute together!" "Do you...uhhh...do you really think so? Wait, this isn't right!" "It's perfectly alright, Lola. I mean, if not Renny, then what're you gonna do while it's mating season? Just curl up in your bed and masturbate until you fall unconscious?" "That's really perverted, Rachel." "You're still going to do it though, right?" Renny was too speechless to be put anything into words. Renny's pokemons whom have followed behind him and Harliette had a ridicolous range of expression. Magnezone merely hovered undisturbed and Mollesk was currently oblivious to the situation. Shaymin smirked with a wry grin and Swampert practically nudged Renny with a congratulatory gesture. Togekiss blushed practically as feverishly as Renny was feeling but smiled earnestly with a marveled expression and... was Umbreon chortling deviously under her breath!? Clearly, she was the most amused out of them all by this situation. Renny then was nudged aside by Harliette. "Hey, Lola, it's Harliette again. Renny is here to get his Pokemon checked out." "Oh, is he now?" Rachel asked, then opened the door. She and Harliette smiled at each other, then both walked into the lounge where Renny was waiting with his Pokemon. "It's all you, boy." Rachel said with a wink. "Play your cards right and you can land my sister tonight," Harliette said with a thumbs up. Renny weakly waved farewell to the two of them, practically shell-shocked by the bombardment of a bad day and a sudden switch to what practically amounted to a confession. The look in Rachel's eyes seemed to reveal so much about what the nature of this mating season was all about and it sent his mind reeling. His pokemons followed Renny inside and Umbreon seemed to grin wickedly toward Rachel and Harliette as if they were sisters in crime. Clearly someone uses the technique Nasty Plot in their spare time! "Oh, Renny. Would you like to come inside?" Renny then looked at Lola directly for the first time since he entered the room. The response was staggeringly overpowered. For quite a while, he had been obsessed with how Lola felt in his imagination ever since their last conversation together. Whom she was thinking of. What she was thinking of. In his brightest daydream, he had thoughts that she might have liked him... a lot. In his worst trauma, he dreaded that she would twist a knife in his heart either directly or through some indirect longing for another. And ultimately, either way, he would always wonder if she was happy. But hearing those words that Rachel said, that Harriette said and that even Lola herself had said. And the way she looked at him left him wondering just what he should do. Things would be so much easier if he had some idea what he should be doing. Her scent compounded the situation as he somehow felt a great deal of his stress melt off from his shoulder. Renny recalled his pokemons, (Umbreon sporting that perpetually cheeky grin as he recalled her!) and watched with relief as somehow, just seeing the sprays and rays of light bathing his Luxury balls with his own two eyes reassured him that they would come out in perfect shape. "Thank you so much Lola. They really took a beating today. And I really appreciated your support back when I called you. You were a most... welcome sight" Renny almost flushed as he recalled Lola popping out of the gift box wearing only red ribbons during the particular use of Prosperous Gift as he tried to thank her without bringing too much attention to that particular level of detail. "Everything was so intense. So many things happened, it was just about overwhelming. Fighting against soldiers with guns and military weapons, I couldn't help but feeling constantly on the edge. Seeing everyone else being attacked was a dark feeling and I hoped that everyone else was ok. How about you? How was things on your end? How are you feeling?" Last edited by Menarker; 09-17-2010 at 11:29 PM. |
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Birdy Bard
Join Date: Sep 2007
Location: Japanland
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It was over. The fight was done. Matt let himself collapse backwards, his form reverting back to it's Venomoth state as he hit the ground. This kinda fight wasn't for him. Controlling and expelling that much energy at once had done a number on the energy. Combined with the exhaustion the psytellite had inflicted, albeit briefly, and he was damned near passing out on the spot. Still somehow he managed to walk back to the vehicle and take a rest. He was greatful for the emergency vehicles passing by as it gave him more time to rest before the agency. A rest he was glad he took advantage of by the time they returned.
Upon getting out he had regained his plain composure, looking as enigmatic as usual. And they were greeted by Shevetson no less. A rare oppurtunity had presented itself so Matt took advantage of it, listening and analyzing the small amount Shevetson said and listening to what his instincts said. Unfortunately it wasn't enough to learn anything of merit before he left. A shame...he'd have to do some more information gathering on his own it seemed. Upon being dismissed he nodded mutely, leaving quietly and returning home to rest up. Hope I did you proud today. Mating season. His least favorite time of year. For the most part he kept himself out of the way of society, leaving only briefly to eat and go into the PATCA building for work. Even so he found his eyes drifting a bit more than they usually did, eyeing the curves of women and paying particular attention to their ample.....Ahem. He mentally reprimanded himself on the way to the PATCA HQ. He had some research to do and couldn't afford to be sidetracked. Eyes on the job Matt. Eyes on the job. |
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Moves Like Jagger, Kupo!
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: To the south, a little to the left... Or to the right.
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Three days earlier...
Pierce came by the medical center after a bit to pick up all eight of his pokemon. Even the ones that didn't do any fighting could've used a little pick-me-up, after all. He left the medical center, depressed as hell and utterly clueless as for what to do. Sam was... with the Harbingers of Light. Nobody was pulling her away, it didn't look like she was being forced, and she didn't respond to his calls. She... had to have been brainwashed. Had to have been. Pierce sighed as he headed back to his room. Maybe he'd go out for drink ton- wait a minute. He stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and released Tyranitar from his pokeball. Tyranitar immediately fell to one knee, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. "Hey! What's wrong with you?" Pierce asked him, a worried look on his face. The healing machine should've cured Tyranitar of any ailments and healed any wounds, so why was he in pain now? He returned Tyranitar to his pokeball and took off. Screw the medical center, he went straight to Ricewood Masterworks. "So what is it, what's wrong with him?" Pierce asked the professor, as Tyranitar was being checked up. He was informed that there seemed to be no physical or psychic reason for Tyranitar's pain. They were going to keep him overnight for a more extensive check-up, and Pierce should come back in the morning. "Allright, thanks doc. Take care, buddy." He said regretfully to Tyranitar. ----------------- All in all? Horrible day. Sam was kidnapped, probably brainwashed, and now his closest friend (which some people would consider to be rather pathetic in and of itself) was suffering from a mysterious pain that appeared for no apparent reason. And so Pierce went out for drinks. Despite the fact that it was mating season, he turned down all comers and just concentrated on the glass in front of him all night. ----------------- The next morning, Pierce woke up with a killer hangover. It took him a while to realize he was naked, and that the shape cuddling up to him seemed strangely familiar. Was that a leathery wing...? Oh God no. Pierce closed his eyes, desperately wishing that it wasn't true. Please please God no. Please. "Mmmmm... Good morning Master." "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO-" ------------------ "Never. Again." Head throbbing slightly, Pierce stopped by Ricewood Masterworks the next morning. "So what's the ne-" "ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR" He was interrupted by Tyranitar's roar. ============== WARNING: THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPHS CONTAIN GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS OF PIERCEXTYRANITAR SEX. SKIP TO THE END FOR A SUMMARY. ============== "Tyranitar?" Even as Pierce approached him, Tyranitar's body was enveloped in a bright light, and he began to change. He grew larger and... spikier. As the while light vanished, Pierce saw that Tyranitar's hide had grown darker. The rhombus on his chest was now dark red, and there were new triangular holes on his arms. "Adamantitar." Despite his more frightening appearance, Tyranitar's voice was soft and calm. Pierce approached him slowly? "Adamantitar? What- what happened?" Then he was pulled into what he realized was actually a hug. And not Tyranitar's usual bone-crushing hugs. It seemed Adamantitar was somehow more docile. ============== SUMMARY: Pierce and Tyranitar have hot gay buttsecks. Tyranitar evolves to Adamantitar through sheer force of orgasm. ============== "Professor... what just happened?"
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Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe
Join Date: Oct 2004
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Renny Achieves Intimacy Rank 6 With Lola (there's 10 of 'em, Menarker)
"How about you? How was things on your end? How are you feeling?" Lola, still blushing, couldn't bring herself to look at Renny's face. She stared out through the window, scratching her cheek. "Oh, I'm alright. I'm not exactly used to fighting bona fide soldiers, but things like that are prone to happening all the time in Honmyr." Still trying to keep her perverse mind occupied, Lola used a pen as a makeshift mustache. "Renny, I hate to put the pressure on a man so young, but I have a feeling that trying times are fast approaching Honmyr, and for a lot of the peace-loving individuals who live here, just like you and me, we're more or less trapped." Now that Lola's mind was focused on something else, her initial composure pre-mating season was starting to return. Still, there was the intoxicating scent of her pheromones. "Perhaps 'trapped' is a harsh word. More like we're being made to do something that is entirely inordinary. I mean, honestly, agents fighting soldiers? And here all this time I was hoping to marry a good young man and settle down in a beautiful, small town where everybody knows everybody else's name and nobody needs locks on their doors." Lola drained a cup of tea and sighed. "And that's why I'm kind of jealous of women like Rayleen and Kurika. I understand that if someone truely wants peace, they should be prepared to fight for that peace. I think that the two of them like peace as much as I do, but they've got real talent when it comes to fighting for it, and they even seem to like fighting." The angelic nurse then did something uncharacteristic. She scooted closer to Renny and took one of his hands into both of hers. "Renny, let's forge a pact! Or something like that, right? We'll be each other's strength! We can't fight our fates, but if we've got each other, we can at least be strong knowing that we're not alone out there." Her eyes...was Lola...crying? "I...think I'm crazy, but now that you've told me how you felt about all this danger that we've been put in, I feel like it's very important for me to respond in kind. You're a very important person to me, Renny. My father couldn't replace you, my sister couldn't replace you, not even my greatest desire could replace you. Sometimes I feel like my morning doesn't even start until I see your smile and hear you say 'good morning.' It's all because of you that I have the strength and courage to fight. It's because of you that I actually want to stay in PATCA and keep working hard for a better tomorrow." Lola wiped her eyes. "You must think I'm just saying crazy stuff, right? How embarrassing. I guess I'm just not myself right now." ----- Pierce Studies Under Ricewood Ricewood removed her glasses. Judging from the way her eyes squinted, Pierce surmised that Ricewood's eyesight was pretty shitty. "It's becoming a rising trend here on Honmyr. Pokemon are being pushed to their limits every single day, especially for you fine warriors up in the agency." Ricewood lit a cigarette and walked over to check out a sleek and sexy white RDPA. Judging from its size and curvature, this particular powered armor was for Jeanette Ricewood's own lovely form, and considering its large number of weapons, this armored bitch was custom made for war. "There's also the theoretical relationships between Pokemon and their trainers that is still in the researching phase." And then Ricewood actually donned the RDPA. Before the eyes of Pierce and his Pokemon, Ricewood turned to her right and unleashed the wrath of two deadly photon morning stars on two mockup tanks, putting craters in the both of them. "Perfect! That bastard Faynoc is going to regret messing with me." Then Jeanette froze. "Wait, what was I saying? Oh, yes. The way it's suggested by most Pokemon professors, myself included, it's because of a strong combination of trust, faith, and pride. Your Tyrani...rather, your Adamantitar evolved because he wants to be able to do more for you. He wants you to believe in him. He basically wants to forge a good future for the both of you, so he willed himself to assume a stronger role which would support his desires. So be grateful and treat him with respect." ----- The Empress Arrives On the fourth day since the battle in Prime Square, she arrived. She was wearing her RDPA and was joined by a small garrison of samurai, ninja, and high-ranking shrine maidens. "Allow me to present the supreme and wonderful Empress Kazetsubaki Sakuya of the Hiroshiho Empire. I am her trusted general, Takayuki Silk." The samurai armor-style RDPA sighed. "Silk, I can introduce myself, you know." Silk stood up and stepped aside. "My humblest apologies, my Empress." Escorted by Irene, Sakuya stored her RDPA in the special garage and joined Irene in the round table chamber, a special meeting room that was entirely unmonitored. After Irene sealed the door, nobody could listen in by any means. "So, I heard that Burkmont's demand to put Rayleen under house arrest for interfering in Prideguard business was granted," Sakuya said to Irene after she took a seat at the round table. "I just saw my daughter. What the hell did that monster Faynoc do to her?" Irene took a seat on the other side and kicked up her feet. "I could've disputed the issue and got my way, but I have some plans. Considering that my daughter was only filling in for me while I was in that coma, it's only natural that I take up the helm again. Besides, if I did fight Burkmont's wishes, it could only lead to him declaring war on Honmyr. He's got eyes all over PATCA now, just waiting for an excuse to go to full blown war, and the only thing holding him back is this idea in his head that he has time to make his Prideguard even more unstoppable for conquest of the world." "As for what Faynoc had done to your daughter Mio, his experiments are based on some very well thought out projections. Still, one cannot fully and accurately calculate all events that may occur during a first attempt. We should be so lucky for only that much to have happened to her. Anyways, we don't have a lot of time. I'd like to bring you up to speed quickly, if possible." "Please do." Irene closed her eyes. "Rayleen's house arrest wasn't the only thing that Burkmont demanded. We also had to turn over Arceus." "You refused that demand, right?" Irene was silent. "You fucking idiot! Eldys said that Arceus was absolutely crucial!" Irene held up one hand. "Burkmont knows this as well. However, just like the rest of us, he doesn't know why Eldys needs Arceus so badly. Still, Eldys decided to part with her own Arceus for now. We somehow managed to transfer it from the card format that Eldys's race used to the Pokeball format that we do. Then we gave it to Major Grant. Hopefully, he doesn't realize that it's not his actual Arceus." Sakuya blinked. "Wait, what? Eldys had Arceus?" "An Arceus," Irene corrected her. "Just like this world, there was an Arceus that created Eldys's world. Eldys brought it here in her Duelist Deck." "Duelist Deck? What is that, some kind of children's trading card game?" "Apparently in Eldys's world, Pokemon are captured by binding them into cards. A number of cards with monsters bound to them form a Duelist Deck." Sakuya decided not to ask anymore about it. "But now that I think of it, it doesn't make sense. This world has already been created. Now that this world exists, isn't Arceus just a powerful Pokemon?" Irene shrugged. "Eldys need this world's Arceus, for some reason. Maybe Arceus has another function. However, Eldys has assured me that we don't need Arceus at this point, so let's just leave it with its current trainer." "And who would that be?" "Charlotte Beaufort AKA Madame Ursaring. There's going to be a small leadership transfer from Ray Green AKA Impact to her tomorrow, volunteered by Impact himself. You can see the both of them, then." "Why would I need to see this Impact character?" "Eldys has designated him as a Chosen One." "Great. Seems like every time I turn around, that crazy elf is declaring that bizarre title to someone else. First I was a Chosen One. Then you became one. And somewhere down the line both Vladier Burkmont and Reynold Faynoc were handpicked. And now some guy here in PATCA? It doesn't feel so special to be chosen, anymore." Irene pulled out one of her swords and examined it. "Eldys is desperate to defeat this enemy she calls the Knomere that she insists are currently on their way here. We can't entrust this world to maniacs and degenerates like Faynoc and Burkmont. So, PATCA's operations will focus on eliminating those two, and anyone who gets between us, which is a large number of the Ruin Generals. I believe in PATCA, but I know this is way beyond their skills, even with all the new help. Which is why I invited Mio to join. Which is why I'm inviting you to join me as well." "After what you've told me, how can I refuse? When do I get introduced to Impact?" Irene stood up and walked to the door. "Tomorrow. Though not personally. We will bring Impact into the fold later. Very soon, I expect us to be involved in taking down Faynoc. I'm sure you'll want to be there, considering what Faynoc has done to your daughter. If you're ready, I'll take you to her, now." "Yes, thank you." Irene and Sakuya met Rayleen and Mio outside in the courtyard Pokemon Ranch, bathing a hulking Bastiodon. Just as soon as Mio saw her mother, Sakuya embraced her daughter. Irene and Rayleen smiled at the reunion. Apparently, this was a time when mothers and daughters were finding each other again after long separations. "I'm sorry that I joined the Harbingers of Ascension, Honored Mother." Mio apologized. "I wanted to gain great power so that I would no longer disappoint you." "You were never a disappointment to me, Mio." "But I was born from Vladier Burkmont. It must have shamed you greatly." "Don't worry about that, Mio. I'll never be ashamed of you. Burkmont, however, is in for a lot of hurt." "And with my power, he's in for even more." |
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OMG! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?
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The angelic nurse then did something uncharacteristic. She scooted closer to Renny and took one of his hands into both of hers. "Renny, let's forge a pact! Or something like that, right? We'll be each other's strength! We can't fight our fates, but if we've got each other, we can at least be strong knowing that we're not alone out there."
Her eyes...was Lola...crying? "I...think I'm crazy, but now that you've told me how you felt about all this danger that we've been put in, I feel like it's very important for me to respond in kind. You're a very important person to me, Renny. My father couldn't replace you, my sister couldn't replace you, not even my greatest desire could replace you. Sometimes I feel like my morning doesn't even start until I see your smile and hear you say 'good morning.' It's all because of you that I have the strength and courage to fight. It's because of you that I actually want to stay in PATCA and keep working hard for a better tomorrow." Renny was all aglow as she held his hand, and nothing could pull his attention away from this gentle angel. For a moment he was perflexed by the proposed pact that he thought he already lived by. But as her eyes watered and she continued onward into a confession, he felt touched... and even a slightest bit ashamed at how small a person he was being scarcely minutes ago. The simple profound revelation that this gentle and practically divine figure was supporting herself emotionally and went through her days with himself on her mind... It shook from him the self-centered reflections he had been brooding on. Lola wiped her eyes. "You must think I'm just saying crazy stuff, right? How embarrassing. I guess I'm just not myself right now." "Lola..." Renny stepped inward holding her in his embrace. It was a high, as if standing on the precipice, not knowing if the next inch would cause him to fall. In all his daydreams about her, his lack of experience never prepared him for everything she had confessed. But to not share his feelings as he felt them now would have been unfair to someone like her. "None of that is crazy. Not one bit. Lola, I'll stay at PATCA as long as you are here... I... I want to be stronger. I was so worried about seeing people hurt, but I am also scared of dying. I want to live. With my family. With my pokemons. With my friends. But I don't want anyone else to die either. Especially not you..." Renny almost choked as his throat was tight, although in the embrace it was hard to see. His hands squeezed a bit harder, almost even possessively so as he said this. But hearing you say that you trust me like this... I want to be able to say that I can become stronger. To do something even I didn't know I can, because I hear you say you knew I could. Yes. I promise. I can't help but feel like I want to protect you. I want you to have the same courage I see you have every day. I'll protect you. I'll fight for you... and... I want to live for you..." Renny knew before he entered the room that he wasn't strong enough for what was coming. But it now dawned on him that it wasn't that the challenges were too difficult. He wasn't doing enough. He'd have to get stronger... somehow. For everyone like Lola whom were putting themselves in his hand... He had to do his part not to let them down. Especially not Lola. Last edited by Menarker; 09-19-2010 at 12:27 PM. Reason: grammer |
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