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| Kirin | Feb 5 2011, 07:52 PM Post #1 | |
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Word Count: 12572 Summary: The appearance of a psychic - and why she is about to commit an atrocity to pave the way for change. Rewards: Introducing new character Felicity. Also aiming for a Green Apricorn, Belue berry and a Custap berry, as well as a greenhouse detailed below. The rest I would simply like experience. Notes: This freeform comes with Ricardo approval, as does Felicity. You can talk to him about it if you like. It gets very slightly violent towards the end, but not all that bad. Slight warning if you really hate that stuff, but you guys can handle it. Greenhouse
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| Kirin | Feb 5 2011, 07:53 PM Post #2 | |
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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Two pairs of eyes cast their gaze over the starry vistas of Kevin Baconville, staring out across the twinkling cityscape as the ocean shimmered and glimmered in the far horizon. Night had only just fallen over Opaddeka, and the cooling airs of a fresh winters eve blew over their faces as hair and leaves alike flitted about behind them. From their vantage point on a skyscrapers balcony, they could see everything below them in the city that had once been the haven of nefarious and notorious crime in the region. For now, all things were quiet and calm in Kevin Baconville, as the city wound down temporarily while people relaxed, right before they prepared to go out on their wonderful Friday night for that first day of partying and drinking in pubs and clubs all around the metropolis. This place was alive, noted the more human pair of the two, just as much as she was. This place had a pulse, a life. The sound of distant bass-thump and human celebration could not be ignored. Neither could the poison that ran through its veins. The woman herself was a beautiful specimen of humanity. Her brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and was silky smooth, suggesting much care for her personal appearance. A pair of hazelnut eyes cast their gaze over that which she could see, taking in each and every sight of the big city the only one left, after Jgseis invasion and was dissatisfied with what she saw. With cream-coloured skin, she found reason to clad herself in an aqua tank top, white jeans and white stiletto heels to match them. She obviously carried herself with dignity, grace and poise, even if the unhappy scowl upon her lips and the haughty stare down at the denizens of the city below were a clear sign that all was not well in this world. Her hands gripped the railing with such intensity that her knuckles had begun to turn white. By her side was an Oddish. With its rotund midnight blue body and green leafy fronds, the little creature was doing much as her trainer was doing, standing by the balconys railing and looking out at the no-doubt pretty sights of the human city. Where the human saw disease and decay, the little Oddish saw a thing of beauty. The way the stars shone on the glowing sea beyond the city, even the jewels of many lights beaming upon the night sky. This view was something to be appreciated, even if it wasnt the natural world at its most joyous work. This was, quite frankly, the next best thing to it. She loved pretty things more than anything, so when she had a chance to collect trinkets that shone well or catch a glimpse of something beautiful, she availed herself of such a chance. Slowly, the Oddish canted her body around to look at the woman that looked utterly unhappy with the way things were, and shook her leafy head. Oddish. Odd odd, the creature said slowly, eyes locked upon the form of the woman that suddenly decided to stare back at her. That managed to earn a slow creeping smile from her lips. She always knew what to say to make her feel just that little bit better. Its okay, Lotus, crooned back the woman, kneeling down to stroke the vibrant leaves atop the Pokmons head. Just a little while longer. Odd was the only reply. Slowly and carefully, the woman scooped up the Oddish so that she could sit comfortably in the palm of her hand, then returned her attentions to the city. Why was this place so important? Why was this city, the most bustling hive of activity in all of Opaddeka after the conquest of Brightopolis, the focus of her attentions? The Oddish looked over at the city just as she did, wondering just what was in store for the both of them. For a moment, her thoughts wandered up to the woman and the things they had concocted. As if to herald the arrival of the terrible nightmare that would plague this city, even amidst the presence of soldiers and guards bring peace and security to the last true vestige of humanity, the city fell still for just a moment, as if the world willed it into abject terror. The woman smiled a cruel, heartless paroxysm of joy. Dont worry. Tonight begins the silent revolution. Edited by Kirin, Feb 5 2011, 07:56 PM.
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| Kirin | Feb 6 2011, 01:08 AM Post #3 | |
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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Three decades ago, a young lady lived in the Malral District. This young lady was an up-and-coming psychic talent, foreseeing futures and making minor miracles of the world happen with a talent that so few people were born with. Her gorgeous long brown hair and piercing blue eyes were her charms, along with a soft, lilting voice and a knack for predictions that always ended up coming true no matter what others did to try and change them. After all, she was a psychic, just as her mother had been. And before her, her mother. So it was all the way back as far as anyone could possibly remember. The psychic tradition ran strong in their family, and it had never once been squandered. Every woman of the Selleck family sat in the same room, perhaps with some modern re-furnishings every now and then, behind the same ancient hand-carved round table and looked deep into the past and future for answers that the mortal coil would not obviously project. Marie Selleck had only one major failing, however: the fact that she could never predict her own future. She never knew what was in store for her. It was the psychics curse, as they liked to call it in her family. They could divine any future that they so wished, unravelling the red strands of fate and telling those that asked for an augury some of the things that were eventually in store for them. However, they could never foresee their own futures, leaving the great mysteries of the Selleck family to the universal All. It was one little depression that always hung over Maries mind, the fact that she could give everyone else about her the happiness that they were searching for, or at least point them in the right direction but she could never serve her own happiness. There was a fulfilment in her line of work. Knowing that she was helping others was good, of course. But she needed something for herself. All that changed when a dashing man walked into her doors. There and then, she was smitten. Here he was, lovely hazelnut eyes and short black hair, with a look on his face that said the world was his oyster. He wore a sharp business suit and a roguish grin, and seemed to stare right into Maries soul as if he found something that he was very much intrigued in. It was almost like they were kindred spirits, or so they felt. Their heartbeats pumped just that little bit faster as he broke the temporary silence with his words. I have one question to ask you, he said slowly, putting the money that formed her standard charge on the table before Marie. Will I find happiness soon? This was one future she did not have to look into the crystal ball to see; this was one she could divine with nothing more than her own heart. Somehow, deep in her soul, shed finally found it. This was the prediction of her life; this was the very thing shed been waiting for. He was like no other customer; no man had walked into this room so carefree and happy and asked that question. What more in life could he have possibly wanted, if he had it all already? Was there a hollowness that he desperately sought to fill amidst the material wealth that he was accumulating? Marie understood that. She cared not for money; she didnt ply her trade for the gold, but for the satisfaction. He saw that in her eyes. This man stared back at her with the same intensity that she stared at him. Their eyes met, and there and then, they both saw the one thing they were looking for: the need for something more in their lives than their work could possibly provide. His business was not enough, nor her fortune telling, and their union would mean a life better than both their worlds combined. What sane human could possibly turn down the chance that they represented to one another? Marie stopped for a moment. She had not answered her question, but the pause seemed palpable by now. She hadnt even once stared into her crystal ball just the mesmerising depths of his eyes. She lost herself in there for long enough that she never wanted to come out again. Im Jason, was all he managed to say to her, after what felt like an eternity watching only each other. Marie, she replied, and with her throat dry and refusing to work properly, she finally managed to work up the courage to speak once more, calling upon her true power for one moment: Your happiness is a lot closer than you think, Jason Kane. She had to know his name. She needed to know the name of the man that she had instantly fallen in love with. A year and a half later, they were wed. Thirteen months after that, Marie Kane gave birth to a daughter. Her name was Felicity a name chosen from the root word felix, meaning luck. This little girl was the manifestation of how lucky she had felt that day Jason had walked into her life, that he had changed the way shed looked at the world around her. Shed left Malral to move to Kevin Baconville, where she could be with Jason and start a new life there. Now, that new life was not only for their sake, but Felicitys, too. The child born with her mothers brown hair and her fathers brown eyes was a beautiful little baby. She was the perfect child for the two of them, and Marie would have gladly traded her talent away for a chance at Felicitys happiness. All for the hope of a better world for her daughter. Edited by Kirin, Feb 6 2011, 01:10 AM.
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| Kirin | Feb 7 2011, 07:20 AM Post #4 | |
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That hope would never come to fruition. In this world, hope was a fleeting thing, given only to the rare few who could brush past the tarnished surface of the drudgery of existence and find the true bright light of a glimmering, distant future. This was especially true for the crime-ridden city of Kevin Baconville. Each and every day after Felicitys birth, Marie cursed her choice of coming to live here, wondering just how much love had blinded her to the harsh reality of the situation before her. This was not the place to raise a child. She had a good and comfortable life back in Malral, sure, and was looking for that little bit more. To chase the hope of excitement in her life, shed moved here with her new husband and was now looking back on her decision with horror. She was exposing her newborn daughter to poison of the mind. This city was infected with the diseases called anarchy and unrest. Felicity had a harder life from day one than her mother had ever intended. Jason, her father, provided well for the family as best he could. They lived in a two-story home out on the streets, in the middle-class lots. While they were wealthy enough to live well, they chose not to flaunt it. Jason was, as Marie discovered, some kind of rare Pokmon collector. It was often that he would come home with an exotic or rare Pokmon and even managed to call a Spiritomb his own. It floated around their home very often, and provided a stern form of security for their home and their child. Felicity was warned by both her father and mother never to go near the stoic guardian ghost, which filled her with the curiosity as to what the thing was. Why was it there, she had always questioned? Her father always replied with the same thing: a knowing smile and a Hes my friend. For some reason, she felt weird trusting it, even as a small child of four. Their neighbourhood was an okay one to be living in. Every now and then, kids riding by on a so-called Baconville Bike would throw stones at their windows, shattering them; this was a pandemic for almost everyone along their street. Fires would be lit nearby, and many times a month the police and the fire department would be called to put out a blaze that crept just a little bit too close to home. And, more often than not would gangs of angry and drunken teenagers congregate down at the local park, where theyd drink as much as they possibly could, stumbling home in the middle of the night and causing mayhem in their wake. Sometimes theyd get violent, hitting either passers-by or even each other over trivial matters. Gangs were rampant all around the city. Gang warfare was as common to daily life as attending school or work. Thievery and violence were as prevalent as the dirt on the ground. Over time, one got accustomed to all this, but it was not a comfortable existence. What was worse was the knowledge that Team Rocket had a sizable stake in the city. Everyone knew who Team Rocket was in Kevin Baconville; they were the ones responsible for all the thefts and violent outbursts. Their famous red R, their faceless masses of grunts that performed all their work and the black uniforms that were reminiscent of a dark army of discord, were all burned into the minds of the populace. Everyone knew, and feared, Team Rocket. Drug dealers? Check. Their money went straight into their pockets, if they werent Rockets themselves. Prostitution? Check. Team Rocket controlled bordellos and whorehouses all across the city. Weapons were smuggled into the city for use by the gangs to proliferate violence as much as humanly possible. There was kidnapping, extortion, protection rackets, even corporate espionage and sabotage. All of these were under the purview of the Rockets, and they performed every single one of them with the cold, heartless ferocity of the machine whose gears were oiled with money and power. These conditions hardened even the small children. Most parents who were forced to Kevin Baconville could never understand or grasp the system that had gripped the city in its vice grip of fear. Those who had been born there understood, in their very soul, that this was a prison. They would not escape from this place unscathed, changed to their very essence by the unholy orgy that corrupted every soul within its perverse reach. Marie always wondered just how badly this would torment her child. From the first day that she walked into kindergarten, Felicity knew that her life was going to suck. The collective stares she received the second she walked into the room were the dirtiest looks from the kids that she lived near, those who had already taunted and teased her before shed even come to school. With her hair tied into pigtails and, as her mother had been teaching her, smiling with a bright cherub face, she looked like the personification of light and joy in this world. The darkness, however, was too strong. Even on that first day was she picked on and hit by the other little kids. They were bullies. It was in their nature, and nature was a hard thing to resist. In this city, only the strong survived. Felicity decided to adapt instead of resisting it, and eventually started looking like the masses. Perhaps she would not act like them. She didnt like the idea of going around and hurting the other kids. But, at least, she could blend in and keep a lower profile. If someone came and caused her trouble, she offered minor resistance. A token struggle was better than none, said her mother. Her father, on the other hand, was not pleased. All these reports coming in that she was being hurt touched him deeply. This was his flesh and blood, after all. He had stronger and bigger Pokmon placed on guard at the house in order for the kids around to know not to mess with little Felicity. Aside from the creepy Spiritomb which was always at home, there were big and scary things. Aggrons. Tyranitars. Rhyperiors. Both Felicity and Marie wondered where these fearsome predators came from, but questioned little. They both knew that Jasons line of work was the rare Pokmon trade, and they were just thankful for the protection. Jason was always a stern and punctual father: he expected everyone to groom well, to be punctual and ensure they were doing what they were supposed to at the right time. It developed strong personal habits. It was an excellent regime and promoted healthy living. And, strangely, despite the fact he was always out the door at eight-thirty in the morning and back home at five-thirty every weekday, Felicity loved him very much. Jason was a good father to her. It was probably by the grace of her parents that Felicity even survived her younger life. Almost every week she was picked on or bullied as she went through early schooling. Shed come back with a bruise, perhaps a cut or two, or torn up belongings. However, she would never come home with a tear in her eye after the first few weeks. Shed run in the door in tears the first day of school and cried herself straight to sleep, sure. Little girls did that. However, she grew accustomed to the horrors. She learned to adapt. She grew the mental and physical conditioning that let her survive the shadows. Felicity was never one of them. They hated her, but she didnt care. She was simply Felicity. Then, one day, the unthinkable happened. The day that Marie feared, the day that Felicity had always wondered about. It was the day after her fourteenth birthday. The night of her birthday had been a quiet family affair, where Marie and Jason had treated her to a lavish dinner of her favourite foods pizza and pasta and she had been happy. It was one of the rare moments that all three of them had the weight of the world off their shoulders. It was perhaps this joy that turned the scene into a chaotic maelstrom, the next day. When Felicity woke up, every single item inside her room, including her furniture and bed itself, were all floating in mid-air. The sounds of a piercing six AM scream woke her parents, and they found out the one thing that theyd both been dreading. It was the awakening of a psychic. That day, Felicity stayed home from school, the sobbing child unsure of the powers that had suddenly awoken in her. Her mother had tried her best to prepare her for that day, the day when all that psychic talent would spill forth from the universal All into her body. But Felicity was not prepared to handle it. Unfortunately, Jason was neither equipped nor present to deal with the situation, especially when it managed to get worse. The only thing that could possibly make it worse was the local assemblage of gangs trying to wreck their house that day. The reality was far, far worse. Four men clad in black broke into their home, disabled the Spiritomb, knocked Marie out before she even knew what happened, and took Felicity from her bed in the middle of the day while she napped. This was a tried and true kidnapping. It was likely bad fortune that had struck them, for these things happened in this neighbourhood. The poor fourteen-year-old girl was dragged screaming into a van, where she was driven away in total darkness, banging and yelling for freedom and help the entire way. Never before in her life had Felicity felt this scared, with such a total feeling of helplessness. Her daddy wasnt around to protect her. Her mother wasnt around to come and help her with her neat little tricks. She was alone now. She had nobody to turn to in her time of desperate need, and she was terrified. Nothing had ever happened like this. Then, the van stopped. The doors opened and light spilled out from the bleak depths of the vehicle, bestowing an offer of freedom from this terrifying entrapment until she felt the cold metal of the barrel of a handgun pressed right against her forehead. The clutching hand of fear gripped tighter upon her psyche and the little girl froze. She didnt know what she had to do in this situation. The very darkness that her mother had warned her about, all the bad things about this city that shed been told existed she now saw them with her own eyes. It was the visage of thugs, wearing ski masks and plain clothes. These were the kinds of people that made this city a terrible place to live, and she hated every last moment. She hated how she had to live here, where the other kids hated her, where she was given strange powers that she didnt know what to do with. She hated it all. The men grabbed her, one limb each, and tied her to a creaky wooden chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. This was obviously extortion, and her arms and legs bound with a rope apiece. Her chest was tied down as well, and her mouth covered with a piece of silvery duct tape. She couldnt even scream her frustration and fear properly and even her powers, those uncontrolled talents she had, were not coming to her defence. One of the men was holding up a phone, speaking quickly into it. With all the air in her lungs being screamed out, or attempted to, Felicity found herself quickly getting dizzy. She couldnt make out all the words amidst the sound of her own racing heart. If you want her come get her It was the only thing she could make out before the darkness consumed her and she fainted in the chair. The resistance she had put up, the resistance her mother had always trained her to have in this dark place, had finally left her body. It was useless. Try as she might to resist, she could not. The bullies won every time in the end, and she could do nothing but submit to their desires. What kind of world was this? What kind of world allowed the torture and subjugation of children, by both adults and fellow children alike? It was a horrendous fate, one that so many innocent people did not deserve The sudden screeching of car tyres awoke Felicity from her slumber, but her eyes were so unfocused that she could not see or hear properly what was going on around her. She could see the blurry outlines of her captors, and the sudden appearance of five men in sharp business suits that looked unbelievably familiar. At their head was was that there were voices, too. She couldnt make those out, either, but what she could hear was a terrible thing. Youve gone too far this time, you insolent worm And whatre you gonna do about it, huh? I told you not to touch her Ythink youre such a bigshot well I got news for ya, buddy. The loud crash of gunshots filled the room. In a single moment, four men fell to the ground as the cacophonous crash of thundering gunfire exploded across Felicitys senses. Before her was a man wearing sunglasses, running over to her side. It was a man that she recognised, even in her dazed state. It was her father. The suited man, bearing no weapon of his own, suddenly rushed to his daughters side and immediately yanked the duct tape off her face. She yelped in pain, but could do no better. She was stronger than that, even with the tears streaming down her face still and the sorrow clearly wrought in her hazelnut eyes. Eyes that her father knew all too well. Daddy?! Felicity screamed out, a knife slashing through the ropes binding her to the chair by one of his gun-wielding assistants in a suit. Daddy, what are you doing here? The businessman took his daughter into his arms and held her to his chest, keeping her close. He had almost lost his daughter, and it was an unthinkable crime. There was no way he would allow anything like this to ever happen to her again while he drew breath to do anything about it. Oh, I was so worried about you, angel, he crooned, stroking her hair and trying his best to brush the tears away from his terrified teenage daughter. I cant believe those bad men tried to do this to you. Are you hurt anywhere? N-no, she managed to hiccup between ragged breaths. Thats good, he said, then pondered a moment. He knelt down so that his eye level was in line with hers. The sunglasses were slowly pulled from his face and neatly tucked into the breast pocket of his finely tailored pinstripe business suit. He stared at her with an intensity that could be rivalled by no other. Let me tell you something, angel. You have a talent. You have things that nobody else can ever take from you. If someone tries to do something bad to you, dont you let them. Dont you let them hurt you again. And if you feel bad, or want to cry, brush it off. Let me tell you what my daddy told me: dont get mad. Get even. Felicity blinked, swallowed the lump in her throat down, and nodded once, understanding. Those words would shape every single day of the rest of her life. No matter what this poisoned city tried to infect her with, she would combat back the darkness. The toxin would not be her undoing. She would fight with every fibre of her being. She had faced the darkness and found light once more, and grew stronger for it. And with it, the seeds of a future were planted. Nobody could foresee the fruits that it would bear. Not even Felicity. |
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| Kirin | Feb 9 2011, 01:44 AM Post #5 | |
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Everyone noticed the change, including Felicity. They all saw, after that fateful day, that she had blossomed into a completely different person. Not just because of the psychic powers that she now had to learn to control, but also because of the trauma and mental suffering that shed gone through all the way through her early life. Somehow, itd all come to a head, and something inside the teenager had switched. Like a dimmed light turning to full, Felicity had changed, and people were starting to take notice of that change. She was quieter and a little sterner in those rare moments she did speak to people outside her family. She even seemed to carry herself just that extra little inch tall, and when she looked at someone, there was a soul-striking emotion in there. None could identify it precisely. Contempt? Dislike? Anger? It was certainly a negative emotion they sensed. Only Felicity knew the truth. Terror gripped Felicitys life at every turn; the prospect of her new powers causing yet more chaos in her life and the idea that she would have to continue to suffer all the indignities that these people would continue to pile on her were both cause to be scared. Would she get kidnapped again? She had these powers, and yet they were evidently causing nothing but trouble. More than one night would be spent crying her way to sleep, trying desperately to shut out the waking nightmare that was the voices of hundreds of people around her speaking as one inside her head, or the fact that things floated around her without expectation and warning. Maybe, just maybe, she would wake up from this horrifying dream and then everything would be back to normal. But that never happened. The future seemed dark and grim like there wouldnt even be a future. Two weeks following Felicitys kidnapping, her mother insisted on two weeks off school. The school was informed that she would not be attending due to serious illness that required a long treatment process. In essence, Marie lied to the school for her daughters sake. The older psychic needed time to calm her daughter down, to spend time at home with her while she taught her the basics of managing the psychic powers that she had been blessed with. Felicity thought it was a curse. It was just another bad thing to happen to her in the string of misfortune that had plagued her early life. This place was violent and despicable. Why not put freaky mind powers onto that list, too? The only grip on life that she had any more was that her mother was there, every step of the way, as shed always been. She was the only person around that could understand; when she was young, Marie had been through all the same sorts of things that she had, and could impart the same ways shed been taught to deal with it. The mother and daughter spent two straight weeks learning how to use and control the psychic powers. The biggest lesson that Felicity had to learn was that this was not a curse, but a gift. The greatest gift life could ever give her, in fact; very few other people on this planet were truly blessed with psychic powers, and she was now in the rare circle that knew how to make use of the mind to its fullest ability. At first, Felicity didnt believe it. She thought, very strongly, that it had only caused her trouble so far. The other training was simple, compared to that hurdle. Felicity learned how to read a deck of Zener cards to draw the pairs her mother dictated from the signs of a circle, an equals sign, wavy lines, a square and a star, all in different colours, predicting their patterns. She learned how to focus on one object so completely with purpose that it moved at her whims telekinetically. She learned to read into the minds of others, to understand the thoughts of both humans and Pokmon. She learned to stare into a crystal ball and perceive the future. These were the skills of the Selleck women, and now Felicity was next in their honoured line of psychics. Over time, she came to appreciate all of this. The training was long and hard, but it gave her focus. It gave her a purpose. It filled her with a little confidence that she had something special that nobody else could ever take away from her, that Felicity finally had something to live for. It had taken her fourteen years to find a purpose, but she had done it. Marie had finally inspired something to drive her daughter through life. It was from that point, Felicity noticed with some glee, that things got better. The day she went back to school, the new confidence she had in herself let her keep that straight posture, that grace and poise shed discovered she had after her kidnapping but in their eyes was confidence. It was a lack of confidence that led to the other kids picking on her and beating her up, and now well, she was different. They didnt want to pick on her as much. She seemed to groom better, to work harder on being a stronger person. She looked better, she felt better, she was eating better and it was all showing. Felicity was finally starting to turn some guys heads at around fifteen, that they were actually coming up to her and propositioning her. Unfortunately, it was always the same ones that had treated her wrong, and each of them was shot down, one by one, with a resounding no. She was even making some friends in the quieter sort of girls, the ones that did well in school yes, they existed in Kevin Baconville once you reached high school and managed to keep her grades high while being socially active. She even managed to land herself a part-time job working at a florist near where she lived, which she discovered she really enjoyed doing. Working with flowers was a great way to pass the time, not to mention the fact that she enjoyed being around the beauty of floral arrangements. Her parents were proud of the way that she was developing, and so was she. Felicity, through discovering that she was in fact a unique person worthy of self-confidence and not a little defeatist self-loathing, had become stronger, smarter and more popular. She had a talent - which she kept to herself, mostly - but the knowledge she was something special was a definite improvement in her mental well-being, and it showed. By the time she graduated from high school, her grades were near the top of her class, shed been working at that same florist shop long enough that shed had more than a few raises, and shed even managed to land a half-decent steady boyfriend. Her mother could not have been happier, and her father had even worked hard enough at his job that hed saved up some money for Felicity to go to Brightopolis University to study, as a graduation gift. Everything, finally, was turning out right. Even the personal attacks on her neighbourhood had died down, and the violence around where she lived was less. It was great. Life was so much better. Her plan, finally, was to go to Brightopolis University and study botany. While she wanted to be a florist herself, just as shed been inspired to by working at the flower shop, she wanted to excel in her field. She could have been a psychic like her mother, yes. She could have sat in the same room as her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and the denizens of the Selleck family before them, but she wanted to move into a future. The future shed never thought shed have was finally coming back bright and shining. Things would have to change for her to go there, of course. Her boyfriend was moving off to be a researcher over at Deepwood, and they both knew that a long-distance relationship was futile. They broke up on good terms, which was a relief for the both of them. Felicity finally had to quit her job at the florist shop, which was saddening, but she was given a beaming reference for her portfolio. It was the first time that shed ever really been away from home. Shed be leaving her friends, most of which would be working at various places around Kevin Baconville or studying at community colleges. She almost felt special, in a way, because everything was opening up to her, and Felicity was definitely glad about it. The big, wide world was finally waiting for her. With a cheery smile and an optimistic disposition, she applied for Brightopolis Universitys Bachelor of Science, majoring in Plant Science. She was surprised that it was indeed a degree of its own, but nonetheless there it was. She moved into the university, living on-campus as many of the other students did. She tried her very best to balance doing her homework and studying with going out, making friends and attending parties like most other normal people. And, in fact, it was a nice change. This city was clean. There wasnt pollution, there werent any gangland attacks, there wasnt the typical living in fear for the next Team Rocket member to come and extort your family. No, this actually felt safe and secure. She was glad to be out of Kevin Baconville. Her freshman year was great. Her classes, while a little bit hard, were manageable. She went out and made a heap of friends as quickly as she could, trying her best to be the social butterfly that she never had been in earlier schooling. She kept in regular contact with her parents, who could not be prouder of her achievements and yes, she assured her mother, she was practising with the Zener cards twice a week and that everything was going fine. No, she did not have a boyfriend, she told her father, who seemed somewhat relieved that his only daughter was keeping well. Yeah, things were definitely looking good for Felicity. The people were great and the teachers were awesome. She stayed away from those sorority things, though, because she knew theyd eat up a lot of her time and they seemed too mysterious and elitist for her tastes anyway. She was done with the clique game, thanks to her earlier years. She didnt need to be involved in any of that willingly. Even that wasnt enough to dampen her spirits, for the bright and shining star that was Felicity Kane was rising quickly. Enter sophomore year. The year was just the same as the last one: good classes, good locale and good people. Felicity landed a part-time job with a local restaurant as a waitress to provide her some money while she was studying, and coupled with that, the intensity of her classes rose just that little bit to almost deny her the social time that she was quickly growing accustomed to. However, she stuck with it; her knowledge on plant life was huge by this point, and all the studying was paying off. Most would have said she never needed to pick up a textbook again, for her powers were helping her study, but she needed to fuel the fire more. Her lifes work was going to be botany and floristry, and if she wasnt any good at what she did, what use would she be? That was her driving motivation to keep studying. However, life decided to change everything up on Felicity. It would be the week from Hell, but she didnt know that. After all, no Selleck woman could ever predict their own future; it was their curse. The curse would be the very undoing of what strands of sanity Felicity had built back up. Late one night, walking back from the science labs to her dorm room, she took a shortcut through the park, as she often did. It was a relatively safe place, even for a Friday night, because there were security guards posted around the place to prevent any accidental damage of campus property. However, there were no guards that evening perhaps they were changing shifts, which tended to happen. Either way, Felicity was moving quickly through that park, when the occulting of a shadow near a lamppost caught her eye. She took a few quicker steps, before she realised she was not alone. In fact, she was surrounded by a pack of guys and a couple of their girlfriends. The stench of alcohol could be smelled clearly in the air, and she didnt need to be a psychic to know she was in trouble. This was the kind of thing the guards were posted to stop and now, while they werent here, she was being attacked. A hand reached out to push her to the ground from behind, before one by one, they started piling on to her, tearing at her clothes and her hair to pin her to the ground and get her naked, hands roaming her body and taking grabs at everything they could. Jeers from the other guys and girls could be heard; Felicitys voice started by screaming loudly, trying to get the attention of anyone nearby. She tried fighting back, clawing and raking at anyone nearby with her nails, but to no avail. It wasnt stopping their booze-addled minds. She was going to be raped. The small child that still existed in her mind, the one that had been so prevalent when shed been kidnapped, knew that her daddy wasnt going to come and save her. She was alone now. None of these people had any conscience they were so far gone that they acted on base animal impulse. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing that she could do against so many big, strong guys, and she knew it. Despair filled her mind, and she prepared for the worst with one final wailing scream Then, suddenly, the sky turned gold. The air shimmered with golden particles, and she recognised it instantly it was a Stun Spore, given off by a Pokmon. It was falling on them the attacks, whose bodies were looming over Felicitys, were taking the brunt of the pollen flying through the air and descending on her. Very little of it touched her, and for a split second she was grateful that theyd been on top of her to shield her from this. One by one, each of the deranged attackers and their posse fell to the ground, paralysed by a Pokmon. Once the air settled, she managed to push the biggest one off her, all of them unable to resist what had happened to them. Then, naked, shivering and terrified, she saw her saviour, standing there near the glowing light and looking right into her eyes with an intent stare. It was a little Oddish, its leaves swaying to and fro as its head canted. A little creature had saved her. Thank you, she uttered quietly, and the Oddish approached her. Slowly, it walked towards her, as if she were next but her looks, her terrified looks, even if shed been attacked, could not be taken from her. The Oddish saw a thing of beauty, one that even the worst could not take from her. While Felicity reached down to take the jacket from one of her assailants to cover herself while she went back to her rooms to shower and change, the Oddish stayed by her side, mirroring every single move she made. Little did Felicity know, but she had finally made her one true life-long friend. She left that place with many unconscious bodies, one of which was missing a jacket, and an Oddish in tow and a massive blow to her self-confidence. She didnt attend classes the next day, or the day after that. Her room-mate said that she should have reported it to the schools authorities, but she didnt know anything or anyone who would know about the attackers. She had only herself and her new Oddish friend to comfort her. The little creatures name was Lotus, or so its mind said; it had once belonged to another trainer before the trainer had abused it and it had run away. Felicity smiled a wan, thin smile at that; they had something in common there. Both of them had suffered greatly at the hands of others. However, that was all her powers could truly glean from the Oddish. The next few days were spent alone, barely managing to inform her lecturers and professors that she needed some time off. They granted it. Felicity needed it, and she spent that time trying to pick the pieces of her shattered self-esteem up. It was never going to last. There was one more card to be dealt by Fates cruel hand. And, for all sadness, the worst of the cards that shed been dealt. Three days after the incident, Felicity received a phone call from her mother out of the blue. Marie, sobbing hysterically, proceeded to tell her daughter a piece of soul-crushing news that she had never expected to hear. Felicity, honey Ive just filed for a divorce. What?! Why? she practically shouted over the phone, incredulous. What had happened? H-he lied to us. Hes in Team Rocket and has b-been the entire time. He wasnt a Pokmon t-trader, he was a thief and con. All the bad things that happened to us he could have stopped themand he didnt Felicity was stunned into silence. What could she say? Early life had been hell for her. All the vivid memories of the things that had happened to her flashed back into her mind. The beatings from the other kids and the gangs that wandered the streets? They were fuelled by Team Rockets inclination towards anarchy. The extortion and protection rackets? Team Rocket. The violence and the desecration of Kevin Baconville, all the crime and disgusting livelihood so many of its denizens followed all of it was on Team Rockets dirtied hands. Her father played a major role in all of that. But how was that possible? How could he have hidden that from two psychics for so long? Then, she realised that Spiritomb. It wasnt there to protect Felicity and Marie, and their home it was their to protect Jason from their powers. It was a Dark-type it was resistant to the effects of psychics. It could enter their dreams, as a Ghost-type, and prevent their minds eye from seeing things. It was the perfect guardian, and so silently it had stolen away their abilities. Yet, her father had been good to them. Hed loved them both dearly, that much was obvious. Hed even rescued her when Felicity had been kidnapped. How could someone like that be a bad person? How could someone like that have orchestrated the crime spree that rocked an entire metropolis? How could he shed loved him so much, and yet for everything hed done, hed been responsible The gunshots. That time, the ringing in her ears was a loud and powerful thing, the one thing that had remained most vividly in her mind. The sound of guns made her flinch, even on television. But she remembered them without fail. Those guns the men with guns had been with her father. She knew. She knew that her father had mercilessly ordered the deaths of the men who had kidnapped her. They had died in cold blood in front of her, and she had never paid that much mind in her absolute terror. Was her father living a double life right under her nose? The thought that he, and he alone, had been responsible for so much of the bad things in her past she could barely even enunciate the few scattered words that floated to the surface of her mind. Ill be home in a few days, she said, and hung the phone up. Trembling, shaking, and hard of breath, she could barely even bring her eyes to look upon her friend Lotus before she slammed her fist against the wall, tears streaking down her cheeks. She had already dried up her tear ducts a few days ago and now it was all spilling back. The bad people that lived in this world and her daddy, her beloved daddy, just had to be one of them. She couldnt take it any more. She couldnt take all the bullshit that she was suffering and Felicity did not use that word lightly. She was sick of being kidnapped, raped and lied to. She was sick of all the immature children. She was sick of all these people that thought themselves better than her. It was time for a change. One by one, Felicity dropped out of her classes and quit her degree. In the day it took to do all of that, she and Lotus concocted a plan. A plan in which, now she would take revenge on that which had caused her so much trouble. It was so easy, too. She knew where her father worked, and knew that it had to be related to Team Rocket somehow. After all, they hid in plain sight rather well. And if they could do it, so could she. This wouldnt just be about revenge, no. She had to look further than that; if she was sacrificing her future for a shot at taking back what was rightfully hers, she needed more. What about the name of Felicity Kane emblazoned on the skies in flame? She certainly had the talent and the power to do so. With the self-confidence that she once had, the anger that was building up inside her could she use that power to her own ends? Turn it on the world that she existed in? Perhaps. She would think on this, and decide later, once her primary goal was achieved. What she wanted out of her life would be determined by the actions she took after the burning desire in her heart. It was selfish, yes. It was despicable. Would she become like the people she hated so much? Her passion for taking back everything shed lost, for getting back at the people who had wronged her after so many years of suffering in silence, was far greater than any need to be altruistic. She wasnt some hero, riding around on a horse like a knight in shining armour. To hell with that idea she didnt need to be one. And if she did become the thing she despised she could deal with that later. Felicity started to pack her things and quit her job, but not before a solid night of partying her way out of this stupid place; she knew there was something going on down at some club in the city, and she went there for one specific reason: she had to at least leave with a good image and maybe leave her name in the minds of a few. And, while she was there, she could certainly use a bit of a pick-me-up to change her mood. Dressed in something more revealing than usual, she made friends with all the right people and eventually ran across one Parker Evans. And who didnt know that name? He was, without a doubt, the most popular and well-known person on campus. And perhaps she could use him to her advantage; being linked to him would get her some popularity. Itd be a sort of final farewell to this place sleep with Parker Evans once, and then get out of there and never speak to him again once she was sure the desired effect had been achieved. She was a conniving little bitch when she wanted to be. And she did all that. A few drinks later and she was back at Parkers place, and then a few minutes later they were in bed together. It was certainly good, no doubt; he lived up to his reputation. However, she seemed a little detached about it afterwards, and even went so far as to wake up the following morning without another word and leave without a word to him. Oh, hed know her name. Hed definitely know her name. But that was all she needed. His body was useless to her, and he wouldnt be any kind of manipulable, nor would he be able to go back to Kevin Baconville with her. His use ended the moment she came, and that was that. She didnt give a flying fuck about Parker Evans he seemed to do that enough for everyone around him anyway. The next day was the day of truth. Her things were packed and she had a ride organised to take her back to Kevin Baconville. Shed leave friends so what? They werent useful to her any more, Lotus told her. The little Oddish was helping her in this plan as much as anything; the psychic bond that Felicity had crafted between the two allowed them to share their innermost thoughts openly at all times. Lotus was getting Felicity to think in terms of their usefulness now. Who would be useful to her plan? What could she do to make people useful if she thought of them that way? What did she have to do to achieve her goal? No matter what happened, she would be successful, regardless of how many bridges she had to burn on the way. It was a drastic change, but Felicity knew only one thing: She was sick of the poison that had been bred into her veins. She would reach for its heart and cut it out with one swift stroke. The taint would be gone, and she would become a far better person for its complete annihilation. The taint named Jason Kane would be destroyed. |
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| Kirin | Feb 9 2011, 04:33 AM Post #6 | |
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And now, three days later, Felicity stood on the balcony of her hotel room, staring down at the tainted cityscape that would, with time, fall prey to her unwavering desire. With Lotus at her side, the psychic felt like she could do everything. Every step for the next week was planned, move by excruciating move. Every single step had to be meticulously planned out, and even failures had been accounted for. She could turn any failure into her success, and that was the important bit. Her target was very simple the building that served as the headquarters for Jason Kanes company. She knew, within her soul, that it was also Team Rocket territory. First, however, she had to bait the trap, and summon the prey into what would be her lair. Then, spring the trap and claim her trophy. It was all so very simple. Are you ready, Lotus? she asked of her little Oddish. Both of them had been waiting for this very moment for quite some time now. The anticipation was too much. Oooh, yes, the Oddish purred back into her mind. Im looking forward to this one. Felicitys lips curled into a wicked smile at the thought of the chaos that the two of them were about to wreak. It was absolutely divine, their plan. Every little detail had been accounted for. People had been used, abused, seduced and reduced to nothing just for her driving ambition. And now, as they all lay by the wayside, Felicity stood tall over every single one of them, and it was delicious. She had her first taste of real power, and she was hooked by it. Silently, Felicity and Lotus left their hotel room to the immense city that had taken so much from her. Now, she would take back every last thing that she had lost, in blood. The two made their way to the building outwardly known as Kane Enterprises; it was a simple name, and a front company. Publicly, they traded in Pokmon. Their trade was, specifically, the acquisition of rare Pokmon so they could be sold to high-end clients for large sums of money. It wasnt a large building; in fact, it was only a two-story complex with a glass roof so that the upper level could be used as Pokmon containment. The real secrets, as Felicity had discovered, were downstairs, in the basement level. All the real work was done down there; it was the hidden Team Rocket hideout, consisting of storage rooms, living quarters and a meeting room. This made it an ideal place for the Team Rocket enclave in Kevin Baconville, and Felicity assumed there would be many more like it across Opaddeka. The main problem was that her father could simply not be approached and killed. There had to be an incident, here, where she could wipe them all out in a single blow. So, then, how did one get Jason Kane to add extra hours to his very rigid nine-to-five schedule? Simple attack his business where it hurt him the most and go after their Pokmon trade. The plan wasnt all that complicated in terms of that evening. It just required a few masterful moves. For example, the fact that Kane Enterprises did not hire security guards at night would be their undoing. Shed acquired plans of the building from the local council, as all buildings were required to do as part of municipal law. A little mind-reading and mind-influencing thanks to her powers, and the plans were safely in her hands, as was a copy of the key that the local council was also required to keep. She had unlimited access to the Kane Enterprises entrance. What these plans also allowed her to see was the security cameras. She could not be recorded entering that building, and for that very reason she would have to use every ounce of psychic talent she had. Lotus would be the one to enact the majority of the plan after that, however. All things relied on the little Oddishs ability to take charge of the situation and cause havoc. Which, then again, was her favourite thing to do. With confidence in every stride, the duo walked towards the front entrance of Kane Enterprises. It was, by now, eight PM, and the city was in full swing and the building was all but shut down for the evening. She reached one hand out to the security camera affixed above the front door, and in a crackle of parts, it fell to the ground inoperative, like a Pokmon or some kid with a baseball had knocked it down. Considering the crime wave that they themselves instilled in the people, even with advanced security, this was common enough that they would come out to fix it themselves. Which, in the end, was exactly what they wanted. They walked with the same confident stride right up to the doors, unlocking them with one swift motion using the key. Every movement from here on out had to seem legitimate and allowable, lest the law come in and take matters into their own hands and this place, after the Battle of Brightopolis, was crawling with security and police. Two more cameras were shut down by the mental powers of the young psychic, the ones monitoring the entrance from the inside. They, too, dropped from their roof mountings and crashed to the floor in wrecks of glass shards and electronics. No doubt the security guards would come after them, and that was going to be the main objective get them to come out and interfere. And the only way to do that was to take the staircase in the main foyer to the upstairs level, then break into the Pokmon containment and release every single creature kept inside. Felicity was carrying Lotus up the stairs to save time as she sprinted up the top, knowing the longer that she took, the less likely this was to succeed. Once they reached the top level, they were greeted with a single door, and then row upon row of Pokmon cages. The door was unlocked with the same key used to get inside, and then the security camera disabled that monitored the Pokmon containment. With that out of the way, Lotus had her chance to take action. Felicity patted her on the head and then unlocked the nearest cage with her powers, one containing a Machamp wearing a restraining collar. That creature alone would be big enough to start tearing the bars apart once sufficiently enraged, so Felicity had to do nothing but leave Lotus in their care after she removed the collar with her talents just as she had destroyed the doors. The collar clanged to the base of the cage and the Machamp roared once, thankful for its freedom and then, one by one, started to unlock the rest of the cages while Felicity made her way down the stairs and Lotus began speaking to the other creatures. Friends! We have come to offer you salvation all we ask is that you make as much noise and trouble on your way out as you can. We need to punish these humans for enslaving you! Nothing more need to be said, as one by one, the freed creatures started their rampage. A Typhlosion charged down the stairs, spraying fire in its wake. A Metagross hovered its way down after it, followed by a Rhydon and a Scizor. Then, behind them, the thirty-strong army that had been confined by the likes of Team Rocket, heralded by the powerful Machamp that was smashing cages and restraint collars alike to let his imprisoned friends go free. The disturbance was enough to set the security systems off, or at least what remained of them after Felicitys interference. She herself was currently concealing herself a few corners away from the only security shack in the building that was upstairs, the one that was manned at all times of the day. She knew that they would have to page her father about this immediately, even if he hated the disturbances. It had happened a few times in her life before, and now would be no exception. To such a grand-scale intrusion into his beloved workplace, he would come personally. By that time, every single person in this building, no matter what floor they were on, needed to be neutralized. While Lotus was moving off to her next location, Felicity barged into the security room, which was fortuitously empty. The security guard had missed her, and that gave her complete control of the security room, which she locked from the inside and stared at her handiwork. The cameras that shed disabled could be clearly seen, but so many more of them could be witnessed. She could even see the security guard running past on one of the cameras, which was the exact cue she needed to enact her next phase of this nefarious plan. Things went well so far and now it was time to step it all up. Lotus. Are you ready? she beamed telepathically into the night, searching for her eternal companion. Mmmm Im looking forward to this, Felicity. Is it time? Do it now. This was the second-most difficult part of the plan. Instead of going around and allowing the captive Pokmon to go around and beat up their captors, Felicity had to remove each of them from the equation quickly, quietly and efficiently. The security guard was still on the camera, taking his last step, before a fine mist settled over each and every single one of the cameras, a sparkling mix of green, purple and yellow. While the details could not be seen on the cameras, Felicity knew what was going on. Shed sent Lotus into the air ducts to throw the dangerous mix of Sleep Powder, Stun Spore and Poison Powder through the building. After all, offices required ventilation, especially those with an underground level. Lotus herself was actually right outside the security room duct grate so that it did not blow back onto Felicity. It was a well-crafted and well-executed plan. After all, nobody expected the air to kill them. But this was only phase one. The security cameras showed everyone in the building choking, falling asleep or falling to the ground unable to move. It was an impromptu yet effective nerve attack. One of the three would no doubt affect the humans in the room; theyd either fall asleep for the duration, take nerve damage and be paralysed until the agent wore off, or they would be afflicted with a toxin and require medical treatment which Felicity would not be giving them. One by one, each of the people in the building were incapacitated, and they never knew what hit them. Now she had to wait for her prey her real prey. Shed just taken out all the obstacles, now she could move on to the main prize. Her father would undoubtedly be here soon to inspect the damages to his property, and she would be there to meet him. Undoing the air grate near her head, Lotus popped her leafy head out and jumped into Felicitys waiting arms, gleefully cackling about her little achievement. How did I do? Lotus asked, looking over to the monitors interestedly. Perfectly. You got them all. Im impressed, Lotus. I never knew you had it in you. Beware the most beautiful things, Felicity theyre the ones with the hardest bite, the Oddish said. Like us. Felicity gave a little chuckle and let her friend down, noticing the occulting of movement on one of the security monitors. There was a man wearing a business suit and sunglasses running through one of the hallways, and Felicity knew that exact visage. Shed seen that worried look before, many years ago. Her prey had arrived, and now it was time for the hunter to prowl. Wait here. The Oddish bobbed her head once, and Felicity darted out of the room, her face set in concentration. This was it. This was her chance to make right every one of the past wrongs. She would set the record clean and finish her task in a single moment. Her heart raced and her mind swam in anticipation, but she needed to calm herself to use her powers to their fullest extent. Truly, this would be their greatest test. What she had in mind had never been done by any of her family, so she wasnt even sure if it would work but confidence would be the key. Felicity had come a long way from being the shy, timid little pushover she had been when she was younger. Now she was a fully-fledged psychic, one with grand powers that most mortals could only ever dream of. Now it was time to finally show her father that she was no longer helpless. One last camera had to be disabled for the final stage of her plan, but it was worth it. She rounded a corner, and saw him standing there, about to raise a phone up to dial for someone. But he would never complete that, seeing someone round the corner and in motion. What he saw shocked him, and he took off his sunglasses and dropped them to the floor in utter disbelief. Felicity?! he shouted, completely caught off guard. What are you doing here? Felicity said nothing. She had no words to say to this man, and chose instead to allow her actions to speak for her. She didnt believe in all this villainous monologue bullshit. She preferred action and getting the job done efficiently. Her desire for what she wanted demanded immediate reprisal, and she would take it from him down to the last beating of his heart. Which well that was exactly what she intended to do. Her right hand reached out, glowing a bright blue. It was the sign that her psychic powers were on the loose, and Jason looked on in absolute horror he knew that something terrible was about to happen. He reached for the Pok Ball that contained his Spiritomb, but never finished the movement of his hand as his body began to contort and spasm uncontrollably. He had no control of his body and could feel a spirit-crushing pain in his chest. Felicity had done the unthinkable to him by reaching out with her powers and telekinetically manipulating its heart. No matter how hard it tried to pulse, she crushed down upon it harder. The blood in his body ceased to flow, and in that moment, Jason Kane fell to the ground, dead. Felicity walked over to the body, looking down upon it as it stared wide-eyed and in utter shock as to what had just happened. Then she spat on his face. This man was not worth any respect or anything even remotely resembling love. Or care. This man had ordered death, chaos and anarchy sown into the streets of Kevin Baconville. The emptiness in his heart had come from the fact that no woman would come to him for his dark, despicable ways. Hed sought to find someone easily manipulable, who he could control through the mind. Hed broken Marie Sellecks heart. Felicity had broken his literally. It was a poetic form of justice. As she and Lotus walked out of the building, they said nothing. They were in total silence, both of them reflecting for a few moments on what they had just done. Both of them had committed crimes beyond anything trespassing, breaking and entering, theft, assault, even murder. Their crimes were high, but they had removed every last shred of evidence; the security tapes had been completely wiped from the system even with the fact that so many of the cameras had been disabled. Lotus had spared no chance in the task. All that remained now was to wait. The next day, news was spreading all over Kevin Baconville; the survivors of the attack were telling their criminal contacts that their Team Rocket headquarters had been broken into and attacked. They didnt know who had done it, but they were on the lookout. The news pundits were playing it on the news, and were already reporting about the business tycoon whose life had been taken due to a heart attack after finding out his Pokmon had accidentally gotten loose and ran rampant inside the facilities, injuring the late-night workers. They interviewed both Felicity and Marie, who both acted distraught for the cameras, even if Felicity really couldnt give a shit. No, this was the time for the next phase of her plan. She wasnt done with all of this just yet. The funeral for Jason Kane was another week later, buried by his friends and what remained of his family. His parents were both long dead, and he was an only child just like Marie; only Felicity and Marie were related to him in any way. They offered their condolences, but both of them wore neutral face. Neither of them loved the man that was being interred to the ground. Marie had strongly considered not coming, but it was by Felicitys convincing that she had come for the reading of the last will and testament, which, true to form, Felicity had been waiting for all along. The only inheritors of anything belonging to Jason Kane went to the both of them. That included the business that he ran Kane Enterprises was left to the both of them. Marie didnt care what happened to it, but Felicity did, very strongly. In fact, shed not just killed him out of vengeance, but of greed she wanted to take control of the old Rocket headquarters and turn it into her own personal playground. And that she did. While the last will was being read out, Marie and Felicity agreed as to how it would be split. Felicity would take full control of Kane Enterprises, and Marie would take the money so that she could go back to the Malral District and live out her life as a psychic once again. Shed spent more than twenty years away from that old table and crystal ball, so it was finally time for a Selleck to take it back and start predicting the futures from the red strands of fate. She also knew exactly what happened and while she was disappointed, she could not pin fault on her daughter. She loved her very much as her own flesh and blood and it was unconditional. For everything that hed done to her, and the world around them this was a twisted form of revenge, but it was a final act. Marie Selleck said her goodbyes and chose to move back to Malral, right after the crisis there had abated. In the meantime, Felicity had work to do. She had the name changed from Kane Enterprises to something a little more pleasing to the world Berry Good Florists. From a strong-sounding name to a girly one, but that much was intentional yet another silent dig at the Team Rocket remnants. Not like they had anywhere to go anymore, truth be told; that was their last bastion in Kevin Baconville. What of them hadnt died had been completely routed. With the investment capital still in the building, Felicity sold off all the goods and things that she wouldnt need, and took the furniture from her old home in Kevin Baconville and furnished the underground level of the building as her own personal home and hideaway. It was her secret base away from the world. Then, with that same money, she had to repair the damage shed done to the building she ordered the glass roof repaired after the Pokmon had damaged it in their rampage. The downstairs level was refurbished into a florists shop and a few hands hired to help Felicity buy and sell things, and the upstairs level was converted into a greenhouse for the shops use, as well as her own personal use. Shed even used her contacts to get some starting supplies. There was a convenient phone call to her old employer, the florist shop on the other side of Kevin Baconville, asking very politely for a few berries and apricorns to get her started and on her feet after her fathers death. The owner was all too happy to send some spare supplies that way, and wished Felicity all the best. After all, shed been such a good employee and was suffering horribly that she deserved a little donation for her troubles, right? And even with the Berry King crackdown, there were plenty of berries and apricorns to go around. She was milking this for everything it was worth; those who knew her father were bringing her donations, furniture and equipment to get her fledgling business off the ground. She acted like she cared about her father, and loved every moment of the power and wealth it was bringing her. She had her first taste of real power - the power at the top. The power to change the world, and she loved it. She was drinking it all in, and was getting hooked on the rush. She loved it. After all, she was the one woman who had just chased Team Rocket from Kevin Baconville once and for all and the next time they came back, she would be ready. Now she had more plans to make. Plans to expand her influence even further, masked by the kindly florist guise. It would be her little distraction and her link to reality, and the first means of legitimate income she had. Now she understood why her father had done all of this and, though she would have normally felt like an utter hypocrite, she didnt care. This was the start. The seeds of the silent revolution had been planted. When her father had died, they had begun to sprout. Now, with a little love and care, Felicity would make them bloom. Who knew what she would do next? That would come later. For now, Felicity intended to relax and enjoy the fruits of her labour. She had a home and a source of income all in one, and it was just the beginning of something really excellent. Shed killed. Shed maimed, lied, cheated and stole her way to victory. Whatever shreds of sanity and morality she had once had were gone, abandoned by the wayside after their destruction by the people she had just killed. The cycle of life was complete, and she was content. From here, her secret hideaway, her empire would grow. It would blossom into a beautiful thing, one day. She was looking forward to the day when she alone stood atop the world. She would be known, in the silent circles, as the one who had cut the taint out from Kevin Baconville. She had stared Team Rocket down and destroyed them, and was all the stronger for it. Now, she had to set her sights higher. And this is where the true journey of Felicity Kane begins. Edited by Kirin, Feb 9 2011, 04:35 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Feb 11 2011, 07:25 PM Post #7 | |
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Oh-kay. *takes a deep breath* Is it bad that my first thought is that Lex would be all 'Pffff, you think YOUR life sucked?' if she saw this? *coughs* Aaanyhow. Let's see. All in all, quite the nice piece, really. In general, I found it easier to read than your pieces with Eli, but I'm not sure I can place why, exactly. On the whole, simple, and complex at the same time. It covers all the important details, and even some that probably weren't necessary, but really, it was interesting in general. I admit though, the whole vamping the jock scene left me wondering what the point of it was. I'm sure it was supposed to have one, but...I dunno. Whooshed over my head. The kidnapping scene, though, was quite excellent and played out beautifully. Don't get mad, get even. Cliche, but so, so true and fitting here...particularly as you finish out the tale. Reminded me of some movies like Payback or Collateral, really, when it came to her father. Which, considering I liked those alright, no bad thing. The park scene, the little girl in her mind bit was a nice touch as well. The TR destruction was kinda...almost disappointing, really, less tension and so forth than I'd like in a climax, but I'm not marking it down for that or anything...just saying that it lacked real tension in my mind. It was an interesting look at someone on a power trip, though, and worked well enough in the end. Of course, in general, Felicity strikes me as completely off her rocker in general. But hey. It works. Nothing wrong with it. The character is completely believable, the oddish a pretty nice touch, and quite the unique choice really. The underappreciated buggers need love, though. Still, I did run into a snag when trying to grade this. Oddish granted, Level 5, gender of choice (Female, yes?). Greenhouse granted, yay. However, the whole psychic thing has left me uncertain. If you want it simply as some sort of plot device that has no effects on the game as a whole, it really doesn't matter here, but you have her using it to speak telepathically and crush people's hearts and disable security cameras and junk. After some consideration, I come up with this, as a result. Choices! The Oddish, Greenhouse, and no really useful psypowers (ability to talk to own pokemon, pretty much, maybe a little moving around light things like flowers or cards, but really, that's it), plus 17.5 (which may be traded out for on Lotus at 1 per .5 ).The Oddish, Greenhouse and basic psychic powers like telepathy, empathy and minor telekinetics (moving around small stuff, nothing more than a few pounds, and no squishing more hearts), and so on, plus 12.5 (which may be traded out for on Lotus at 1 per .5 ).The Oddish, Greenhouse and somewhat more major psypowers like all the above plus being able to potentially read some thoughts and so on plus more major telekinetics (the camera crushing and being able to hurt things with it, 1-10 damage like an OME handgun or equivalent weapon, and lifting of somewhat larger objects up to maybe fifteen twenty pounds) and 7.5 (which may be traded out for on Lotus at 1 per .5 ).Unless I'm mistaken about all the psypower and Ricardo meant for all that to be free and stuff, but other people need to FF to get Aura senses and psychic powers and so on so I followed that precedent. But yeah. That's where I put it. Admins may correct me on what's okay or not with the psy. I hope this grading was satisfactory... o.o Edit: Pffffaugh. Can't believe I forgot the berries. Take 'em and just knock .5 off the for 'em. Sure. x.x Because I'm a forgetful twit.
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| Kirin | Feb 11 2011, 07:51 PM Post #8 | |
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Let's go with option one there. 16.5 (1 for Lotus) And, for everyone's reference, that's what she can do in adventure threads. Freeforms are a different beast, but we'll broach that as we get there. 0.5 for an Eevee! <3 *takes the usual starting items and flees over There* Edited by Kirin, Feb 11 2011, 08:10 PM.
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