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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Jul 17, 2009 15:58:23 GMT -5
It was a letter. Letter in his hand.
As he ran at a steady pace, Khera gazed at the object in his hand. It was simply white paper, and bonded together with glue, with ink on top. Yet it was an object which fascinated him so, somehow. Perhaps it was its ingenious and yet totally useless design; he was still puzzling it out in his head. Surely it would be easier to make it like this...
Running his fingers along the contours of the paper, he diverted his gaze back to the road ahead of him. He'd been given quick directions which had quickly been burned into his mind, and told to set off. The ground was loose and dusty and almost pleasurable under his feet, and a small cloud billowed up behind him.
Glint. Metal in the distance; glass, chrome, people I can smell. People I can hear. It's close, close. I'm close.
Slowing gently down until he had reached a loping walk, he moved up the stairs to the doors to the lab in a kind of glide; before proceeding to just stand there. All the doors in the lab he'd been created in were automatic, and pnuematically operated. That was sensible, in his mind. It was how the world worked. So he simply stood, waiting for them to slide back with a gentle hiss.
(( Yay look at me captain I-havent-perfected-my-chars-mindset-quite-yet-wheeeee
Yeah, writing thoughts of a person with no emotion, little knowledge and a completely wacked-out brain will take some getting used to methinks. )) |
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Post by Birdybot on Jul 17, 2009 23:08:49 GMT -5
The doors slid back with a gentle hiss- no. They opened with a creak; Professor Pine had been meaning to oil them for ages (or at least his daemon, Telepa, had) but he had used all the oil on his inventions. OK, they didn't need oiling, but those things were much more important than the door protecting them and him and all the Pokémon, right? Pine's thought swept from the door to the boy as the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and Telepa shifted her feet. As his untidy labcoat bound appearance was revealed to Khera, Khera was revealed to him.
Telepa shrieked, fluttering about in fear before settling, whimpering, close to Pine's heart. Pine's normal happy impression was completely gone, the heartbeat Telepa felt racing, and he did something he rarely did. He screamed, screamed at the top of his lungs. How? How was this? It was impossible, this was all a nightmare! How could a person be missing a daemon. Tears were running down Pine's face now. He was more than just sympathetic, but he was afraid. If this was the work of Team Tsuasa...
"Boy, it's all right. C-come here, now. It's all right. Everything's gonna be OK." Pine muttered, more to himself than the boy. He held Khera in a tight embrace, leading him into the lab and making him sit in a chair. Pine sat next to him, weak; Telepa was half-fainted in his arms, whimpering feebly. This was a shock, true, but he would hold. This could be taken care of.
"I am Professor Pine. Please tell me. What is your name? Who did this to you? What is your purpose here? Don't worry, though. You're safe here. We won't hurt you or control you, and we'll find your daemon, somehow. Would you like that? Yeah, we'll find your daemon!" Pine asked, still weeping. He was in shock at this all, and Telepa was hardly helping.
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Jul 18, 2009 5:12:52 GMT -5
Khera regarded the chair with brilliant green eyes, before turning them onto the babbling Professor in front of him. He'd simply walked through the door; yet this human was acting in a completely... strange way. He'd mage a huge, raw noise from his mouth that was somehow familiar. Yes, maybe he'd heard it in the, in the lab bigsteelbuildingwhitewallsbloodonthepeople and then the man had hugged him tightly, before leading him to a chair. Was this normal procedure? He hadn't been told about this. All he had been told was to present the letter.
Oh! The letter! Reaching to pick it up from where he'd dropped it several feet away, the boy handed it over to the Professor. It was crumpled and a little dusty, but still legible. The front bore no return adress, but simply read To Professor Pine, and all others relevant in an elegant, looped handwriting. Khera couldn't read very well; the letter may as well have said To the magical dancing monkeys across the road, but he wasn't going to read it anyway. Again; not a part of his mission.
And now the Professor was speaking to him. His words were different, different from the cool tone that he was normally adressed to in. It was strange. Why was liquid coming out of his eyes? His head leaning gently to one side, Khera bent forwards and delicately wiped some of the liquid off the stranger's cheek. Holding his hand up to his face, he regarded the substance before licking his fingers slowly. The taste was strange to him. There was some sort of substance in it he couldn't identify.
Daemon. Somehow that word stuck in the boy's head, and he turned his face back to the Professor. His eyes showed no flicker of emotion, still giving the impression that he was perpetually crying, but something was stirring.
Daemon... that word. Do I recognise? No... yes... no. Never heard in the lab. What is one? Why do I need it back? Is it lost so that it needs finding? Questions, questions, but I must not speak. I was told to just deliver the letter. That is my purpose.
The Noctowl the Professor had with him was also very interesting. It did not smell like a normal Noctowl. Also, it appeared to be somehow semi-conscious, and was currently pressed up close to the man, near the abdominal area. Heart, lungs, diaphram, Khera recalled. He'd seen enough of them, certainly. They weren't very interesting, really. But this man and his Noctowl were very very interesting. Staying with them would be more interesting... something like desire flickered through the boy's mind, before being rapidly extinguished. No. Stick to mission. He will open the letter. Then I shall return to lab. And perhaps be fed. That would be... nice.
The boy licked his lips, eyes still darting from man to daemon. Hmm. Nice. Interesting word. Very, very interesting.
(( YAY PSYCHO CHARRIES =D )) |
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Post by Birdybot on Jul 18, 2009 23:59:12 GMT -5
Pine's shaking hand took the letter, all the while crying, his gaze never leaving the child. This... this was nothing like he had ever seen before. Telepa looked up him, managing to choke out the words, ~We can't let him go back there~ before resuming her pitiful whimpering. Pine nodded, swallowing. He didn't have time to read the letter yet; surely the postboy was of more interest. He hesisantly reached out and took Khera's arm, hoping to stop him from leaving.
"Child. Whatever you do, do not ever, ever, return to the lab. They took away your daemon; your soul. I can't imagine how hard it would be if Telepa were taken away from me. I didn't even know people could survive without daemons. So, boy, stay. I can set up a new life for you. I can take out the lab that did this. You can do whatever you want; you could get a Pokémon here, if you want. Your own Pokémon, to love you and care for you as a daemon would!" he was half-smiling sadly, the occasional tear still trickling down his cheek as he pleaded Khera to stay away from his doom.
Telepa looked at him. It ws her turn. ~Child, the lab you come from is bad. It's very, very bad. They might feed you and cloth you, but you're just a tool to them. Stay here, please. All will be well.~ she hooted, nodding like a bobblehead toy.
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Jul 19, 2009 12:05:24 GMT -5
Khera didn't react as the Professor took hold of his arm. He may has well have been a waxen statue, cold an unmoving. And now the man was talking to him again. His eyes were not leaking as much. Was that a good or a bad sign? Khera knew for a fact that the subjects in the lab he saw sometimes leaked. That was generally a bad sign. But he'd never got to have a taste of the leaky substances. Did they all taste the same?
What was the man with the Noctowl saying? He called me child. But that is not my name. I do not have a name. That is why I gave myself one. Is he giving me a new name? I think my old one is better. This was interesting. Two evers. And...
Never return to the lab. Never return to the lab. The boy repeated the sentence in his head, to make sure he'd heard right as he soaked up everything this interesting man was saying. That is against my mission. I don't know if I should. I definitely shouldn't. For that is my Purpose. My instructions. He says they took something away from me. I say, no. I would remember. Remember if I had one of these daemons. That would be nice. They sound very interesting. But a daemon would not be my soul. For I am alive. Therefore I must have a soul. Maybe? Yes? No? I cannot be sure. Maybe that's why he is leaking. He has a soul and I do not. They must be very troublesome... these soul things, these daemon things. Maybe not so nice after all.
He briefly shifted his gaze to the letter in the Professor's hand. He has not opened it yet. Does he plan to? This is turning out to be very interesting. Perhaps I will learn more interesting things if he keeps talking and waits before opening it.
...he still wants me to stay. Why? That would be like... I do not know. But it would be bad. And they would make me come back anyway. Some time or another. Much inconvenience.
...take out the lab. Why? It is just a letter. I do not need a new life. It is against my purpose. What would I do?
...get a Pokémon. He must have lots here, if he is willing to let me have one. That would be nice. That is what the letter says. I think. Yes, they wanted me to fetch a Pokémon. But it would not be mine. Oh a shame. Not my own. A Pokémon is like a daemon? He obviously prizes these daemon things highly. Above Pokémon. So I will be allowed a Pokémon but not a daemon. Maybe I don't want one anyway.
He frowned as the Noctowl spoke. None of this was part of the mission. Interesting, yes, but he would be in trouble.
"Ah... no. The lab is not... bad."
When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and lilting, and void of any seeming expression. It wasn't monotonous, as such; it just seemed blank and barren. "I came from the lab, as that is the word I have heard for it, and such I will call it, I came from the lab. And it created me. So if there was no lab there would be no me. Which would be..."
He appeared to have hit a mental road-block. Would no him be bad, or not bad? Would this man mind? He appeared to have caused him so much pain. Other people felt pain a lot. It would have been better for this nice, interesting man if he had not been created. There. He pressed on with his sentence.
"Well I would not know. But I have never had a problem there. I see all the people who come into the lab, and I see them come out. Before they are distressed; panicking, and angry, or sad. And then they come out, and there is nothing. No sadness. No pain. And surely that is good, for the lab cleanses pain. And that is what they have done to me, I think. Maybe I am just a tool, but I look at all the people in the world."
He turned his gaze slightly above the Professor's head; so he was no longer staring directly into his eyes, but into the distance with an unfocussed expression. "I can see, I can feel their pain. It is terrible. And I think that these people... should come to the lab. For then they would know peace. And all would be well. And I would not suffer for them."
He looked back again, but this time his gaze was slightly softer, and imploring. "Open that letter, if you would. For that is what I have been sent to deliver. I think it is important. I cannot read." |
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Post by Birdybot on Jul 21, 2009 13:36:08 GMT -5
Pine swallowed, nodding and wondering what was so important that it required such a highly prized experiment- he was sure anyone able to cut away a Pokémorph's daemon with the person surviving would be considered amazing, and evil- to deliver the letter. He took a deep breath as he slid his finger under the glue sticking down the flap, sliding it from left to right before lifting it up and releasing the sheet of paper inside. The message was short an sweet.
Pine,
We know you have it. Experiment 4X-92. Return it immedietly to Khera or the consiquences will be severe.
Pine gasped, and Telepa hooted angrily. It couldn't be! Not the poor, little egg! The one they had recieved just a week ago, which hatched into an extremely sick Pokémon... as though they had been intending to create a sickness, a disease like this... Pine had searched for the cause, and it seemed to have had DNA injected into the egg. He had managed to remove most of the damaged cells, and invented tablets, but the Pokémon was still sick.
The man took Khera, for that had been what the letter had called him, and pulled him through a corridor towards the rescued experiment. "Khera, I read the letter. I'll return it, but I hope that you can find it in your heart not to lead it to it's death." he told the boy on the way, before entering a small yet cosy room. It was warm, and a fast yet irregular beeping was coming from a soft plush cushiony Pokémon bed, a tiny creature asleep in it, breathing too quickly. It's pink tinted cream skin was visable.
As Khera grew nearer, the heartbeat became more regular, the breathing more normal, less laboured. Pine watched with wide eyes, gasping as the Pokémon actually came to, awake for the first time in it's life. The young Psychic type reached out to Khera. ~Ral... Ralts...~[/color] the shiny Ralts murmured. ~Daddy... daddy... father...y-y-you've... g-got... to... h-help... m-m-m-me!~[/color] it cried out. It seemed to trust Khera; after all, naturally, the first male it ever saw should be it's father, right?[/size]
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Aug 17, 2009 4:46:47 GMT -5
(( Oh um by teh way Khera isn't his actual name. He nicknamed himself Khera as it says in his profile, and only the person at the lab who mentors him (she has not a name) knows he calls himself Khera. Certainly the people who wrote the letter wouldn't care. It should probably just say 'the experiment', or his code which I can't be bothered to look up. ))
Khera obediently followed the Professor. It was almost ironic that the grotesque mutation should be so docile, so willing, and yet so heartless. Still. He had instructions, and planned to follow them. That was just his purpose, and all he knew.
His green eyes, though seemingly remaining locked ahead of him, took in every twist and turn they made, locking them into place in his relatively empty memory. To fill it up with things was good. Like filling up a torn doll when all its stuffing had been ripped out. Right and left and left again, straight on for sixseveneightnineteneleven feet and he's stopped. The man was speaking again. Not in the stressed, afraid tone of before; he seemed slightly calmer now. His actual words were of little interest to the 'morph now; the man was obviously going to give him what he needed, so what did it matter what he said?
'It'. Maybe that is the thing I have instructions to pick up. I wonder if it is alive.
His unspoken question was answered as they entered the room. It was pleasantly warm, and Khera almost could enjoy the heat on his skin. There was definitely something living in the room. The boy could almost feel its heartbeat, and irregular thumping coming from over there and also inside his head, one-two-stop one stop one stop stop stop onetwothree now surely that couldn't be right. As his eyes locked onto the creature in the plush bed, a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. His face didn't show it (facial expressions weren't programmed into his head), but the rings on his body glowed briefly before fading out again. As he moved slowly towards the bed, he got a clear sight of the creature.
Its breathing was fast and irregular, and it could speak. Two very interesting things that Khera filed away, mindless of the sickness he was feeling. The thing, whatever it was, was clearly in a bad way. Maybe that was why he had to bring it. The people at the lab would take away all its pain. That might be it. What was the thing exactly? Moving around so he could get a better view of it, he studied the creature. Something stirred in the back of his brain.
He... a toy... what a familiar face printed on felt and skin...
Feeling in a large pocket on his shorts, he reached for the comforting, soft fabric of his toy. This creature looked like it. It was the wrong colour, and so much more pain than in stiches and black button eyes but it was unmistakeably the same thing. Khera tried to repress a strange urge to reach out and stroke the creature that lay before him. That was strange. He should not desire anything more than to complete his instructions.
What was much more interesting to him was how the creature's affliction seemed to be superimposing itself onto him. That happened sometimes. He did not know why, but he would look at someone coming into the lab, for instance, and feel their pain. It didn't bother him, but this was strange, different somehow.
Shifting again, he raised his delicate hand slowly up. Just one touch, that would be enough to satiate this... this strange feeling he couldn't name. His fingers lingered along the edge of the bed, before gently brushing the body of this strange pink creature. |
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Post by Birdybot on Aug 18, 2009 0:52:19 GMT -5
ooc// I knew about the code thingy too, but I couldn't be bothered to look it up. Something like K8-RA, right? I know it has an '8' in it. Big-nose Smily! '8'
ic// Ralts gazed at Khera curiously as he examined it, showing no emotion the entire time. Ralts felt drawn to the boy somehow, as though they were meant to meet... and the little dome topped Psychic type wanted Khera, but at the same time couldn't understand him. Giving a feeble cough, it's lung sounded like they were in fairy bad shape. It whimpered after each cough send fire down it's throat, each more painful than the last. ~Daddy... I'm... going... going... t-to die...~[/color] it said weakly, breaking down into shuddering sobs as tears streamed down it's cheeks. If you have emotions, you'd know that finding out you're going to die isn't the nicest of experiences.
A hand... yes, a hand, swimming through the blurred, black spotted vision of Ralts'. The Pokémon reached out to it, wanting to feel the warmth of it; it had begun to shiver with cold even though the lab was a comfortable temperature. Ralts reached out to the hand, as Khera brushed it along it. Instantly, the Pokémon's vision cleared, and the Ralts felt a strange bubbling warmth fill it's body, starting with Khera's touch. It's lungs cleared, and it's breath came easily. All that it could feel now was nausia and weakness. But so what? Ralts could breathe! Ralts wasn't cold! Ralts could see! The Pokémon had never felt this way in it's entire life; after all, it only woke up a few minutes ago. Ralts felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off it's chest.
At that same moment, Ralts felt as though it truly had met it's father. After all, who else would be able to heal it? To care and nurture it? It knew that Khera was wrong, a human-but-not-human; Professor Pine and the famous Pokémon trainers and professors in the posters around the room were normal. But Ralts didn't care about Khera being a 'morph! So what if he had long ears? That just made him more like Ralts, and so more as if he was it's father! The only thing Ralts couldn't work out was Khera's daemon. Pine had a Pokémon on his shoulder which Ralts knew was his soul. The people in the posters had their souls as Pokémon. But Khera didn't. ~Ralts says thank you, Ralts feels better! But... where is your soul?~[/color] Ralts asked. In it's eyes shone love and anxeity.
Professor Pine, on the other hand, was quite gleefull. He clapped his hands when Ralts stopped coughing, and laughed aloud as Ralts stated that it felt better. He grinned at Khera. "By Arceus, I think you've cured it! Khera, you're amazing! I think you'd be great to take this if it was in your care!" he said excitedly. Ralts shook it's head, however, fear in it's eyes. ~No, Khera, NO! Don't send Ralts back to the lab people! They made me this sick, Khera! They did this and they'd do this again and again!~[/color] it pleaded. Would Khera take Ralts to the lab to die? Or what else would he do?[/size]
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Sept 2, 2009 15:35:07 GMT -5
(( My memory says the code is KHR-8. I'm inclined to believe it.
Still can't think of what direction to take this in so filler post! ))
The Professor may as well not have spoken. Khera's ears did not seem to be working. A few strained words filtered through his decomposing mind.
I... what. Surely this is not good. This... what's going on?
Black spots lingered at the edge of his vision, slowly dabbing away at the room around him. Looking down at his hands with a blank expression, he watched as his pale skin seemed to writhe under his gaze, before beginning to blur out. Pinching the skin of the back of one hand with the digits of the other, he paused for a few seconds before letting go and watching the flesh pull itself back into place.
No pain. So it's not just my sight. This. Is probably definitely bad.
He took a closer survey of the dissembling ((hahah how ironic that that word is actually completely irrelevant but most people will think it is)) room around him. One thing, at least, had not faded out. A single shape was perfectly clear in the darkness. For a second, the darkness around him blurred; then in burst into colours red and white and blue and yellow and green and orange and violet and BLACK and yellow and red and BLACK green purple orange white red BLACK. Khera's carefully crafted eyes had about three times the number of colour receptors in them than those of a regular human, and he had no name for the strange colours on the edge of his vision and skidded across the room when he moved his head. These colours were just the spectrum he could name from memory, though - white through red through black. It was very strange.
What was wrong? He was sure there must be a problem, somewhere. His brain was sh-shutting down, shutting down shutting down - [/i][/right] ...
black...The colours were back, swirling and dancing around his head. But this was strange. He'd lost something. Something big, something important, something - No, calm, calm. Start from the beginning. I have a purpose. It was to bring the -The mental train of thought ground to a halt. Khera looked on, confused, before giving it a gentle nudge. No response. Slowly, this unimaginable horror began to sink in. No. No. This... is not true. Cannot be. I have no, have no... no purpose. I-I, what do I do, what is my purpose? No purpose and no me. It? What?! Gone. It's all, it's all, it's gone. My my my my purpose. I can't think. Can't cant do anything, no, I ha-have to have my purpose, otherwise I otherwiseThis was not good. Gripping the small bed the Ralts was resting on, clutching at it as the room began to fade again, he cycled through a series of facial expressions. He'd seen them before, used in a number of places, not linking them to expressions, but he settled on one for blank horror after a bit of thought. Wildly searching eyes flicked upwards, met two small beady black ones under a blue hood. Tell me t-tell what it is? Have you taken it? My purpose? Thoughts skittered through his fractured brain. There was one small thing preventing a panic attack, and that was the fact that he had no glands from which to circulate Serotonin, for example, or Norepinephrine, around his brain. They had been completely removed. His expression seemed almost pleading now as he gazed at the Ralts, the one thing that his senses hadn't rejected. that is odd shouldn't be happening why? dashed through his mind, before being swallowed by a large blank space from where his purpose should have been. p-please
i need a purpose
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Post by Birdybot on Sept 6, 2009 0:37:18 GMT -5
Professor Pine looked confused. What was going on with the freaky child? The poor, freaky child? Telepa was still uncomfortable, acting oddly silent. She was still shivering with shock and fear at the sight of such an odd child. Pine watched as he pinched himself, then seemed to be seeing something else, a distant look to him. The man clicked his fingers in front of Khera's face. "Khera? Khera, are you there? Are you all right? Is something happening?" he asked frantically, but he got no response.
Ralts was scared too, watching Khera with wide eyes. It could sense emotion, and from him it was getting... well, not much. From the start it had seemed as though he was some sort of robot or something. But now... he seemed almost scared. True, the usual dullness was there, it was just a sort of hinted flavour Ralts could sense. He was... what? Khera seemed as though... he'd lost something?
Ralts stared at Khera until that odd not-there look disappeared from his eyes. It smiled. ~Are you all right? Your emotions feel like you lost something.~[/color] it said, expression worried. This kid may not have many emotions, but it did.[/size]
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Sept 13, 2009 14:13:01 GMT -5
Khera couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. There was nothing important left any more. If he died and if he lived, what did it matter? There was everything and nothing, and nothing made any sense but everything was
there and not there. the boy watched as the universe unrolled around him, but he saw that it was not a universe, simply a bubble of existance. how futile was the human view of three dimensions, when really there was the existance unfolding around them this way and this way and this way. they were in the middle and the beginning, and the end was at a point far far away and yet closer than ever before. the boy looked into the inferno and saw everything. there was everything that was ever going to be, and everything that was. it was all there, all at once. why had he never seen it before?
his lungs were burning. in a thousand different universes, he'd died already. it didn't matter any more. to just let go, and drift away-
In a tiny, remote, still-functioning part of Khera's brain, something small gave a very definite click.
It was a simple mechanism stuck in there. A last resort, if you would. With brains that were built to feel no emotion, to understand but not to know, there was always the danger that sometimes they would overload, like a computer hardware disc. Pieces would start falling apart, neurons fried, and generally havoc would break loose resulting in, eventually and inescapably, death. After this had happened a few times, this small mechanism had been programmed in. It was supposed to be only a temporary measure, but it was to provide a new drive for the experiment's brain and lock it back on track until it could be 'reprogrammed'. After a little experimentation, it was eventually decided that - as, normally, the experiments experienced this 'meltdown' in the company of lab workers - the default new drive would be to fiercely protect the first creature, be it human, Pokémon or (in a couple of embarassing cases) plant, that the experiment saw. Khera's eyes looked up, his head jerking backwards, and his pupils came to rest on the Ralts before him.
Click, whirr. Everything was falling back into place. The room was spinning himself down and around him, and the memory of what had happened was slowly dribbling out of his memory.
Breathing would probably be good as a start. Coughing slightly, Khera drew in deep lungfulls of air, almost panting as the oxygen rushed back into his chest. Okay, now. His purpose.
It was there, right there. Finding it was like reaching down into a shallow rockpool, and Khera found with delight that it was sitting there, clear and bold like some sort of much-sought crab.
Protect... the Ralts. Yes. Khera's subconscious was almost humming to itself. That will do quite nicely.
Still panting from oxygen loss, Khera straightened up and slid his thin arms under the Ralt's frail body. It was surprisingly light, and he thoughtfully prodded it a few times to make sure it wasn't dead. You are coming with me.
Turning to the Professor, Khera licked his lips, thinking that he should give some sort of explanation. After a little deliberation, he said, "I shall protect Ralts. That would be... best. Yes. Interesting word. I think I shall use it more often."
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Post by Birdybot on Sept 15, 2009 22:35:24 GMT -5
The Professor wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but from the expression in Khera's eyes, it was something very... different. It seemed as though... his brain... something about his brain? Well, this was a child with no emotion, no daemon, bound to the people who created him. It was possible that they had made an error, and it had done whatever needed doing at the right time. Ralts was saved. Whatever had happened, he was sure it wouldn't be random that he would do it here, now, just in time to stop the deed of Ralts being taken to it's death be done. Fate must have brought them together. The emotionless boy and the emotion Pokémon. How ironic.
Ralts squealed in delight as it sensed Khera's desire to protect it, giggling as it sensed him wondering if it were dead. It made no effort to struggle when it was picked up. It licked Khera's arm effectionately, not knowing whether he'd know what effection was. It doubted he'd ever seen any love at the lab. ~I go where you go.~[/color] it said firmly. Pine reached out to Khera as he turned to leave. "Wait! Khera, to protect Ralts you'll need it's Pokéball. Here. And take these items. They will help you build up a team of Pokémon, strengthen them and Ralts and heal them. You should train your Pokémon to high levels and challenge gyms, for them they will be the best they can be." he told him, giving him Ralts' Pokéball and his starter items.  Name:Species: Shiny Ralts Gender:Level: 5 Ability: Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion, Egg move of choice Personality:[img]http://pokemonelite2000.com/sprites/dpmfsb/dpmfsb280.png[/img]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Species:[/b] Shiny Ralts
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Level:[/b] 5
[b]Ability:[/b] Synchronize
[b]Attacks:[/b] Growl, Confusion, Egg move of choice
[b]Personality:[/b] Pokeball x 10 Potion x 6 Antidote x 4 Burn Heal x 4 Ice Heal x 4 Awakening x 4 Paralyze Heal x 4 [img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem004.png[/img]
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[b]Potion[/b] [i]x 6[/i]
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem014.png[/img]
[b]Antidote[/b] [i]x 4[/i]
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem015.png[/img]
[b]Burn Heal[/b] [i]x 4[/i]
[img]http://www.pokemonelite2000.com/rsitem016.png[/img]
[b]Ice Heal[/b] [i]x 4[/i]
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[b]Awakening[/b] [i]x 4[/i]
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Post by [AlphaSuicune] on Sept 17, 2009 11:04:43 GMT -5
Khera didn't quite understand why the Professor was giving him all these things, so he simply nodded and took them in his backpack. With Ralt's body supported firmly in his arms, it didn't take him long to negotiate his way back out of Pine labs. And then they were out, and into the open air. Ralts squinted wonderingly at the sun and the blue sky, reaching a delicate, pink-skinned arm out as if to try and touch them. Breathing in deeply, Khera felt a tingle of... almost pleasure run down his spine.
Right. Lab is that way. Lab is death... so I need to go in the opposite direction.
And he set off at a run, paws pounding the dirt beneath him as he headed - quite conveniently, really - towards the first route.
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