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| Topic Started: Dec 24 2011, 11:45 AM (1,281 Views) | ||
| DarthEevee | Dec 24 2011, 11:45 AM Post #1 | |
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LP CONVERSION TIEM. And moar OOC stuff. IC will come later when I'm not feeling busy with other stuff. 42 Fame. The change in pokedex adds 27 (100-149 seen). 69 Fame. Equals 138 + 3 from travel makes 141. Debating what to do with this..6 from travel. 2.3 from Mod leftovers. 2.9 overall.Ziggy is at Level 20, .2 . I will toss all that on him, make him level 22, .1 , sure.Updating money and stuff. 18,192 as of 11/4. 18,192 -> 18,556 -> 18,927 -> 19,306 -> 19,692 -> 20,086 -> 20,488 -> 20,898 + 14226z from Hannah = 35,124. As of 12/23. BK Last Collection: 12/1/10 (55 berries as of 12/21/11). I...seriously don't know if I ever want to bother collecting these at this point. Also, NO BERRY KING HERE, LOL, so don't give me berries here. This is just for my records. Collecting Giftmas goodies. Woo! Deino egg into slot. Gremlin gets the Magnet. Karp Egg: 15/50 Deino Egg: 1/20 Beau into PC. FUBAR into Party. Whee. A loud crash and a yelp, accompanied by the sound of water splashing everywhere, shattered the relative quiet of the Pokemon Center. "Gah! Ziggy, darn you, get back here!" A badgerlike pokemon shot out of one of the rooms, the shouts of his trainer following him out. His fur was completely plastered to his body, making him look about half his usual size. "Noooooone!" he barked back unhappily, shaking himself wildly in the waiting room, and sending water spraying every which way. "Linoone-noone." He shot under a chair and peered out suspiciously. "It's only bloody water, you big doof. You were fine with soaking everyone with it half an hour ago, when were in the middle of a freaking ice swamp..." Lex poked her head out to glower down the hall, then retreated to dry off and get dressed herself. Blue Screen had no such compunctions and shot out to harangue Ziggy, trilling and flailing his limbs about at all the water dripping off the walls. The linoone huffed and barked back, before turning his back on the haranguing and grooming his fur sulkily. "I'm going to have to clean this bloody mess up too, no doubt...thank you so much." Lex emerged a minute or two later, fully clothed, a little spider clinging to the side of her head, looking almost like a bizarre flower stuck just above her ear. Gremlin chittered and sparked warningly, waggling a tiny claw in Ziggy's direction. "I'm just glad for the warmth again...sheesh. What happened out there?" A snivy slithered out and scrambled up the green haired trainer's clothes to drape comfortably over her shoulder. "Something about an ice dragon freezing it all because that stupid monolith thing that people were invading with was going nuclear. Why it's still frozen..." "Kyurem's powers are not to be trifled with." Virus broke in, looking uncharacteristically solemn as she cleaned off her muzzle. "...what? You know what the hell they're talking about?" Lex stared at the shiny pokemon a moment, then shook her head as the snivy didn't elaborate. Gremlin chittered softly a moment, uneasily. "S'pose you probably would, at that, being from there and all. But really, I don't care. It's bloody cold and getting slush splashed on you is not my idea of fun." Lex crouched to glower at Ziggy, who huffed sulkily in his corner under the chair, trying to get his fur straightened out. "Nor is cleaning up the whole bloody waiting room because someone likes jumping in icy slush puddles, but doesn't like baths. Or who can bloody well create his own tidal waves. It's all freaking water, either way." "Noone." Yes, but one of them was actually fun! Ziggy huffed again and went back to grooming, and Lex grumbled, getting up to go and get some towels to start drying things off. ((Making note: Blue (PoryZ) and Gremlin (Joltik) never speak intelligibly the former in trills, whistles and squeaks, and the latter chitters and hisses, so they don't have colors for their speech. Lex actually seems to understand Blue anyhow despite this. And maybe Gremlin, too, but that's less guaranteed. Virus (Snivy) speaks in perfectly intelligible English, like KD. 'His' font color is turquoise. Ziggy (Linoone) can do pokespeech just fine. Him and Farrell are going to get confused. His color is tan. Deuce (Aero), if he actually comes up, would be dimgray. FUBAR (Rotom), again, if she comes up, shall be lightcyan.)) Edited by DarthEevee, Apr 2 2012, 08:33 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jan 3 2012, 06:14 PM Post #2 | |
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((Some brainstorming over PM may be need to decide on a plot for this, since at the moment I don't have anything beyond "Egrinain runs into Lex and hijinks ensue")) 3 ![]() Egrinain paused at the entrance to the Pokemon Center, absentmindly touching the red gem on the steel-grey choker she wore. She was still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of an unremovable necklace, but if the payoff was safe haven from the OME... well, she could live with that. Wonder why they made it that shape anyway, Gardevoir commented, looking at the pendant. Wouldn't a card on the end of a chain have been more practical? "You're talking about the people who decided pokemon-shaped mechs were a good idea for a covert criminal operation." Egrinain replied. "I don't think practicality is something they think about." Point, Gardevoir conceded. So, time for a rest? "I think so," Egrinain replied. "A quick heal stop for you lot, then we'll find a park somewhere to wind down." -------------- Nurse Joy handed back the pokeballs with a bow and a smile. "Please come again," she said as Egrinain clipped the pokeballs to her waist. Turning back to the main foyer, she let out her team. Absol stretched like a cat, brushing his sidelock of fur aside with a claw. Farrel the Pidgeotto fluttered down to ground level, landing on the linoleum as lightly as her claws would allow, before giving her feathers a preen. Jerome the Marshtomp stretched his arms, giving a yawn that showed a mouth big enough to swallow a watermelon. Gardevoir gave a leisurely spin, letting her gown swirl out around her. Banjo the Rotom pinballed around the room a few times, before coming to rest alongside Gardevoir and giving her a toothy grin which was, as always, returned with a cold glare. Finally, KD-60 the Porygon-Z drifted in a lazy circuit, taking in the Pokemon Center. Even if the Porygon-Z's head wasn't physically attached to the body, seeing it do a slow 360 spin was somewhat disconcerting. <Query: Is this really a pokemon center, master?> "Egrinain," Egrinain corrected automatically. "And yes, it is." <Observation: There is a great deal more space than is required for a facility whose main purpose is for pokemon to be effeciently recuperated.> "Well it's also a bit of a social hub," Egrinain replied. "Every trainer comes into a pokemon center at some point, so a lot of trainers meet up here." <Comparison: My data banks have only information pertinent to my framework's intended function. Facilities of this nature were much more utilitarian in the OME's-> "Hush!" Egrinain whispered, holding up a hand and looking around nervously. "You want everyone from here to Rose Town to hear you?" <Observation: This subject seems to agitate you. Query: Why is this?> "I'll explain on the way to the park," Egrinain replied, walking for the door, doing another quick check to see if anyone had noticed KD-60's slip-up. "Now look, you know how your AI framework is military-grade instead of civilian?..." -------------- "...so you see," Egrinain finished as they entered the park, having given KD-60 a brief summary of everything that had happened from her arrival in Deepwood to her escape from OME custody after creating the Porygon-Z "You can't just go round dropping hints about the fact that you're originally from the OME. If the wrong person overheard, the military would work out what you were, and who I am, and they'd come down on us like a ton of bricks." <Observation: That metaphor seems inaccurate, since a metric ton of bricks falling on a human being would result in near-instant death caused by extreme crushing weight and physical trauma.> "Oh, it's accurate enough," Egrinain replied, finding a comfortable-looking bench and sitting down in it. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sit down for a bit. I've been on the go almost constantly since I left Deepwood, and I am tired." -------------- y'know, just making sure that there is absolutely no room for doubt that Lex knows exactly who Egrinain is and what she's done :P Incidentally, while the rest of Egrinain's pokemon speak in pokemon, KD-60 actually speaks in understandable english. Side-effect of the incompatibility issues the military AI had with the porygon program - the porygon language subroutines failed to load so he's got the default language setting. colour codes for the pokemon, in case you need to use them are: Absol: white Farrel/Pidgeotto: tan Gardevoir: magenta Jerome/Marshtomp: deepskyblue Banjo/Rotom: yellow KD-60/Porygon-Z: deeppink Also, that metal pendant with the red gem is related to the Togekiss-shaped airship Egrinain acquired during no rules week - not going to include that ship because I haven't finished writing up the information on it, but just letting you know so you don't mistake it for a significant plot point. |
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| DarthEevee | Jan 7 2012, 09:43 AM Post #3 | |
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3 (Augh work. Stop eating my ambition. And then to have a party this afternoon to go to that I need to get stuff baked for... *flails* ...at least the baking is stuff that needs to bake for like 30-60 minutes at a time. Side note, I edited in current color schemes for my team in the first post. Also, NAVI's text is silver, and I went with the pic and sprite you've got on the guessing footwear. They look like boots to me anyhow, so yeah. Correct me if I'm wrong and I can fix. n.n)Karp Egg: 16/50 Deino Egg: 2/20 "Get out here, you little..." Lex strained to reach for the linoone, as Ziggy flattened himself against the wall. It left Egrinain with a very becoming shot of the trainer's posterior as she burrowed under the network of chairs after the badger. Blue was also out of sight under the chairs and glowering at Ziggy. She only half-heard the other trainer's arrival, though the second voice caused her to pause a moment in her straining, frowning slightly. Only one person had entered, right? And that certainly wasn't the nurse... Blue chirped softly, hovering to the edge of the seating and looking out. "Blue, not now." Lex twisted a little, catching a flash of pink and blue. Someone else with a porygon? Huh. Maybe she'd go say hi after getting the linoone extracted... <Comparison: My data banks have only information pertinent to my framework's intended function. Facilities of this nature were much more utilitarian in the OME's-> Lex shot up as the trainer abruptly hushed the pokemon, forgetting completely she was buried under a set of chairs bolted to the floor at that particular moment. "OW! For the love of Lugia..!" Ziggy shot out from under the chairs, startled by Lex's sudden spate of swearing, making it rather look like the badger had bitten her or something. Still, she subsided, twisting a little to watch Egrinain and her companions filing out. "Grems, bug 'em." A joltik scrambled out of the mess of her hair and shot out after the crowd of pokemon like an arrow, chittering just once as he got his bearings. Blue chirped again, questioningly. "Blue, that was a porygon-z, right? That knew the OME." The blue and silver digital creature trilled softly, whirling his arms a moment. "Yeah, pretty much. I've still got someone's mess to clean up, however..." Nearby, Ziggy drooped slightly, as Lex grabbed a few towels. The little tarantula scuttled under Egrinain's bench as she sat down, clicking his mandibles together uncertainly. Actually sticking with her might be a bit difficult...ooh. Were those boots? The insect inched closer, as the pokemon relaxed however they wanted in the nice, if foggy, park. The fog had been a godsend for not getting noticed, he had to admit. Gremlin cautiously poked at the heel of one boot as he stopped beside it, tilting his head up to try and get a look between the slats at the tired trainer. Most clothing was a potential crapshoot, and her tendency to have short skirts and thus a lot of bare leg didn't leave him many options. But shoes... Yes, he'd discovered most shoes were more than thick enough to make his climbing aboard unnoticeable, and his weight wasn't enough to throw off someone's stride noticeably. And shoes were sturdy enough to not react oddly to his weight like clothes might. And boots...even better, in that he didn't have to worry about accidentally grabbing a sock if he went at the heel portions, which was much less noticeable. Yes, for 'bugging' someone, he so loved boots. Score... It was nearly an hour later that Ziggy led Lex into the park, nose plastered to the dirt, whuffling excitedly. Blue trilled softly after a bit more and Lex knelt to grab the badger's tail, to keep him from going further. "You're sure?" The digital creature chirped affirmatively, and Lex recalled the badger for the moment, to keep him out of trouble. She edged around, squinting her eyes as she made out a shadowy shape on what appeared to be a bench of sorts at the edge of visibility, and sidled closer. "If that pory of hers knows the OME..." her eyes narrowed. "NAVI, run scan." "It would help if you were a bit more specific, you know. I'm not some sort of omnipotent goddess or something." Lex made a slight face at the light voice that piped up in her ear. "NAVI. Porygon-Z, scan." She wasn't in the mood. "Scanning. Porygon-Z, created on eight-ten-twenty-ten. Programming indicates shiny status, with tweaks to the code making silver instead of pink the secondary coloration. Is in optimal health, approximately level twenty-five, nickname Blue Screen, with uniqu-" "NAVI!" Lex hissed, cutting the pleasant monologue off. Blue whirred irritably beside her. "No, don't upload yourself yet. I've got it." The digital pokemon subsided reluctantly. "See, this is why you need to be specific." "Very funny. Ha ha, see me laughing." Lex shook her head a little. The AI sometimes left a bit to be desired in the sarcasm department, but it was certainly useful. "Any other Porygon-Z's in the vicinity other than Blue Screen. Check for Military Grade Framework." "The one that was stolen? Interesting...scanning." "You know exactly what I'm looking for there, but you can't figure out what I'm meaning until now..." She grumbled, skulking closer to Egrinain as her computer whirred. "I have no idea why you're so upset about this, I'm doing what you asked..." Lex shook her head. "I suppose if you're going to get all grouchy about this I could not mention the results..." "NAVI, now isn't the time, please?" Lex gritted her teeth, keeping her voice quiet with an effort. "Well, at least you used please this time. It does appear that porygon has military-grade technology, though I can't tell you more than that at this range." The girl frowned a bit, edging a bit closer, trying to get a look at Egrinain, eyes narrowed slightly. Edited by DarthEevee, Jan 28 2012, 09:20 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jan 9 2012, 05:20 PM Post #4 | |
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4 ![]() Gardevoir was sitting in a tree. As a Ralts, or even a Kirlia, she wouldn't have been caught dead doing something so frivilous. But after all the team had been through, she found she needed a lot more time alone to mull over her feelings. The atmosphere up here, high enough that the ground began to fade out into the fog, with the sounds of Jerome and Absol playing through the park, was quite restful. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the park (there were senses of people out in the fog, but they were all distant and indistinct), and Gardevoir could almost imagine the outside world wasn't there. There was a soft sound of flapping wings, and Farrell swooped out of the fog, landing on the branch next to Gardevoir with practiced precision. "..You know, I find myself wondering," Farrell said to Gardevoir as settled into place, "What happens now?" To Egrinain you mean? Gardevoir replied, idly swinging her ankles. I've been wondering about that myself. I mean, this airship seemes like a real stroke of luck... if we can stay out of the OME's way. "And you're not sure we can do that?" Farrell asked, tilting her head sideways. I'm not sure our luck is that kind. Egrinain's been half driven to distraction by everything that's happened, I'm not sure how she'd cope if this chance at safety ended up falling apart. Looking up into the branches, Gardevoir gave a wry smile. Never thought I'd say this, but I miss the old, happy, naive Egrinain who thought I wouldn't mind getting bopped on the head and caught in a pokeball. "You know, you're still the only pokemon on the team who was originally caught by battling," Farrell mentioned. "The rest of us were either adopted, invited or accidentally acquired." Well, technically KD-60 was stolen. "He worries me that one," Farrell gave her tail feathers a shake and twisted her neck round to straighten them out. "Seems much too eager to choose the violent option." I put it down to the military programming. That or the fact that the first thing he ever did was wipe out a squad of- Gardevoir trailed off in mid-sentence, flicking her gaze down towards the ground and peering through the mist. "Something wrong?" Farrell asked. There's someone here, Gardevoir replied. Someone's here in the park, and they don't want to us to spot them. "How can you tell if they're trying not to be spotted?" Empath, remember? Gardevoir replied, leaning forwards. Emotions tend to run pretty strong when you're trying to hide - the adrenaline makes all your feelings about ten times louder. And right now, this person's standing out like a street light. Gardevoir took hold of the branch and pushed herself off into the air, gliding down towards the place where the person seemed to be. Egrinain! Gardevoir called, broadcasting the thought openly to make sure she heard. We've got a visitor, and I don't think they want to introduce themselves. Gardevoir landed on the ground, knees bending smoothly as she crouched, her gown billowing out around her. Pulling herself up to full height, she folded her arms and looked imperiously at the human figure that she could just make out through the fog. "What is it?" Egrinain called as she came up to Gardevoir, her other pokemon in tow behind her. "What do you mean 'vistor'?" Egrinain drew level with Gardevoir and saw the figure she was looking at. "Hey, hang on a second, who's that?" |
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| DarthEevee | Jan 27 2012, 04:22 PM Post #5 | |
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4 (Karp Egg: 17/50 Deino Egg: 3/20 Lex shifted slightly, leaning forward with a frown of concentration as she tried to get a better look through the fog. It was nice in that it kept you easily hidden, but it was so hard to tell if you had found who you were looking for, too. Irritating, really. She hated sneaking around anyhow. Having something to hide was the worst... She hoped that Gremlin wasn't lost. The little spider could be irritating on occasion, but he was a good enough sort, really, and so long as this fog hadn't lost him, he should be...he was good at that sort of thing. There was no sign she could really tell for whether this was the same girl she'd seen earlier, but at least it was the first girl she'd come across so far. She fiddled with her glasses, frowning as she tried to get a clearer reading with the infrared mode. It hadn't started on the fritz yet, as far as she could tell, but the scans were rather inconclusive as to whether there was a four inch spider as well as a person in the red mass. “Bugger it all...Blue, see if you can't get a better reading. Fubs, you got anything you can do to help here?” she whispered as quietly as she could, fiddling with the receiver. The blue icon in the corner of her screen chirped immediately in reply and darted off out of sight. She flinched slightly as the device sparked slightly a moment later, then printed: 'Check for static electricity.' The electrical discharge still had her worried the plasmic thing was going to fry her computer one of these days, but FUBAR had assured her she wouldn't. “Ever so helpful, you are. I really don't know why you bother with these amateurs sometimes...” Lex snapped her teeth over a reply, not wanting to attract attention with a loud response to the snide AI. “This system isn't equipped for such things, really. Maybe your little infection can actually get out of the way and check itself, being electrical and all.” “...right. FUBAR...” Lex broke off as a couple other creatures approached the figure on the bench, frowning a little. Was she meeting someone here? And it seemed they had a flying pokemon...how odd. Still nothing too much to worry about. It could be this new person was the one she was looking for, though she didn't think that the one girl had been in a skirt like that... “Scans are registering the new presences as pidgeotto and gardevoir, sir. I'll have you know the latter is psychic, and an empathic species at that. I don't think hiding is going to work any more. Perhaps the direct approach?” NAVI chirped in her ear cheerfully a moment later. “Though, you are getting so far with the indirect approach, maybe we should keep trying that.” Lex made a muffled oath, and made a mental note to see if she couldn't tone down the sarcasm quotient of the AI later. She could run, but that totally went against her nature. And besides. She wasn't the one in the wrong here. But of all the bloody luck, a psychic. Well, no help for it now...NAVI was right in that, at least. “'Scuse me, sorry to bother you,” she spoke up abruptly, not actually sorry at all, but making her decision on approach, stepping toward the trio. “I kinda lost track of some pokemon around here. Any chance you could maybe help me out?” True enough so far, and hopefully would pass muster on the psychic. She was looking for her own joltik, and a porygon-z. Gods, she hated psychics, but at least this wasn't that bastard of a pimp alakazam that traveled with Mister General Alien... Edited by DarthEevee, May 1 2012, 11:25 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Apr 22 2012, 05:30 PM Post #6 | |
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4 ![]() ((That's the beauty of the new system - you don't have to worry about holding people up ^^. Now then, we just need us a little confrontation about the Porygon-Z, and Egrinain will be ready to try and escape to the airship, with Joltik in tow.)) "I.. suppose so?" Egrinain asked, a little confused by Gardevoir's glower. "What's wrong, Gardevoir?" ...I'm not sure, she replied eventually. Something about this one just... sets off alarm bells. "What, you mean they're lying?" ...no, I don't think so. Hiding something, yes, but not lying. "Okay then..." Egrinain turned back to the stranger with a polite smile. "Sorry about that, we're all a little frazzled from... stuff. You know how it is, you go out into the wilderness to train, run into a few scrapes, next thing you know, you feel like everyone's sneaking up on you. So," Egrinain scuffed her foot against the ground and turned around to look at the park. "Where did you lose these pokemon?" <Observation: Location will have very little meaning to us until we know exactly what species we are supposed to be finding.> Egrinain rolled her eyes as KD-60 floated over. "Always the pessimist, KD." <Protest: Master, as I have frequently reminded you, statement of fact is not pessimism. Snide Remark: Perhaps you are projecting your own negativity onto my own unbiased opinions.> "Don't mind him, he just enjoys stirring," Egrinain said to the small boy in front of her. "So, what are we looking for?" |
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| DarthEevee | Apr 26 2012, 04:16 PM Post #7 | |
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3 ![]() Karp Egg: 18/50 Deino Egg: 4/20 Well, they weren't exactly buying things, to judge by the muttered comments she couldn't quite catch by the girl to the psychic pokemon beside her. Likely the bloody thing was replying, too, but she wouldn't hear that unless it wanted her to. She couldn't stand most psychics... Still, the two seemed willing to talk, though she blinked a little at the first question by Egrinain. Where did she lose it? Well, that was a good question, and it depended on the pokemon in question. "Well, there's a couple, actually, last saw one around the center..." Her eyes narrowed slightly as KD appeared and interjected, and she broke off, studying the Porygon-Z. NAVI piped up in her ear. "Scanning..." Lex snorted softly at the speech of the pokemon, quietly agreeing with his assessment, at least about the logic of his 'observation.' KD...she frowned a little, shifting her hand slightly to key a few commands into her computer. "Military framework detected, I get an eighty-seven point four percent probability that this is indeed..." Lex tilted her head, as data shot across the screen, and Blue Screen floated out of the fog with a shrill whistle, eyes fixed on his more traditionally colored counterpart. Lex glanced over at Egrinain and Gardevoir. Lex raised her brows a little. "You've got a porygon-z, too? Not a common pokemon, them." It seemed impossible this girl was any sort of hacker, however, what with her not even making a passing note of her unusual gear, nor really paying it much mind. But that was almost certainly the stolen framework she'd worked months on. Maybe now she'd finally get some sort of bloody answer as to what people had been doing with one of her babies. Just like NAVI and Blue Screen, she'd written that code, modified it herself, poured herself into building it and then before she could see what had happened...the military dropped the ball. And now, here was this girl and she had no idea how or why she would have, or even could have gotten her hands on it, with it. The screen flashed the results of her search, and she folded her arms, rocking back on her heels. "Last I heard, KD60TYEK1367 was in Deepwood, actually..." The reaction would tell her all she needed to know, to the location, and to the serial number... Edited by DarthEevee, May 1 2012, 11:30 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Apr 30 2012, 10:30 PM Post #8 | |
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3 ![]() "Deep-? ...oh no..." Egrinain's reaction was instant and unmistakeable. The colour drained from her face and she took a step back, hands shrinking up in fear. <Excitement: Finally, someone willing to use my full designation! You see Master, it is not so hard to remember a complete alphanumeric string, why-> KD-60's sentence was cut off as he was recalled into his pokeball. Egrinain turned and recalled the remainder of her pokemon as quickly as she could. As she turned back, a flash of movement from the stranger's direction made Egrinain flinch away with a shriek. She barely saw Gardevoir's form stepping in front of her, eyes blazing lightning-blue in fury. "It wasn't my fault!" Egrinain cried at the stranger from behind Gardevoir's thin torso. "I didn't ask for the framework! I'm not a criminal, I'm not! Oh why can't you people just leave me alone?!" Egrinain flung her arms around Gardevoir's waist, squeezing her eyes shut. "The airship! NOW!" she shouted. The pair of figures stretched out thin like a rubber band, slipping into a Teleport in the blink of an eye. -------------- The main lounge of the Glissando was an opulent affair - an oval room, with light cream-coloured carpet, and a stepped amphitheatre filling up two thirds of the floor. At the top of the carpeted ledges, the scarlet red door of the access elevator created a vibrant shock of colour, matching the red double-doors on the right that led to the ship's interior. Down at the front of the room, sunlight streamed in through the gigantic bay window that formed the front wall of the room, bending round as it curved into the shape of the Glissando's front hull. Scarlet-red couches to match the elevator door were arranged on the amphitheatre's levels, creating a well-positioned auditorium, ideal for entertaining guests and dignitaries - as it's original function had been. Now, for all intents and purposes, it served as Egrinain's home. How did the OME find us? Gardevoir asked, once she and her trainer had rematerialized. Even if they'd managed to track us out from Deepwood, even if they'd followed us into the Diglett tunnels, they should have lost the trail when that underground river caved in behind us. "I don't know, and I don't care." Egrinain replied, storming up the steps to the double doors. "Come on Gardevoir, we're starting up the engines and gunning it to Tromante, or Mayriver - as far away from here as we can get." And what then? Gardevoir asked as she swept alongside Egrinain into the metal gantryway that led into the machinery of the airship. If they found us here, they'll probably find us there as well. Do we run away from there? "If we have to," Egrinain replied tersely. And what about when this airship eventually runs out of fuel? "I don't know, alright?!" Egrinain shouted at Gardevoir, making her flinch back. Egrinain sighed and stopped walking, leaning against the railing of the gantryway. "Sorry Gardevoir," she said quietly. "I'm just... for a few hours there, I felt like we'd escaped, you know? I felt safe. Now I'm right back where I started..." Egrinain idly shook her leg as she felt a brief prickling feeling on her boot. Glancing down, she saw nothing. Look, you'll find a way to get through this. Gardevoir assured Egrinain, taking her trainer's head in her hands and bringing her eyes back up. You haven't let us down yet, I don't believe you're going to start now. Egrianin nodded, not entirely convinced. "Anyway, we need to get moving. Computer, are you there?" "Yes, Captain?" the polite, friendly voice of the computer interface intoned. "Turn the engines on. I want to get out of here as soon as I get to the bridge." "Certainly, Captain." the computer replied. Egrinain started walking again, making her way through the dim access corridors to the ladders which ran through the internal skeleton of the airship's body. |
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| DarthEevee | May 1 2012, 12:31 PM Post #9 | |
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3 ![]() Karp Egg: 19/50 Deino Egg: 5/20 Bingo. Lex blinked, looking over at KD as he spoke again, distracted for a moment by his pleased reaction to her using the designation. Huh. That was a little unexpected. Still, she whispered to her computer, "No sign of Gremlin yet, I take it? Blue, export." This was going to get interesting fast. She flinched back with a startled squawk of her own, however, as Egrinain shrieked at Blue's appearance, the psychic appearing in front of her and seeming to glow slightly through the fog. "Well that can't be good..." Lex mumbled, backing up a wary pace, frowning a little. If this was a cornered Rocket, like the report said, that wasn't a reaction you'd expect. NAVI spoke up a moment later. "Scans indicate that a joltik is with her. High probability it is Gremlin, but there is interference with getting a full reading..." Blue let out a shrill whistle of clear warning, 'wings' whirling as he began to glow a slight, sickly sort of green in response to Gardevoir's appearance. Egrinain's comments made her raise her brow slightly, but she shook her head a little. Who the hell cared if she was a criminal or not here? That was her program, and frankly, she didn't give a damn what was going on. "Like I care what..." Wait. Airship. What the...the shapes flickered and then vanished. "But...no, wait!" She was already gone, however, and Lex dropped her hand from the futile gesture as she stopped her forward lunge as well. A string of curses filled the air as she stood there a moment. "...in the name of Lugia, of all the rotten stinking luck...bleeding psychics!" she finished, and kicked a rock viciously down the path. She hadn't expected that, exactly. So now what? "Mew's whiskers...is there anything?" She didn't expect there to be, but you never knew. "Nothing, I fear. It did appear that she thought you'd tracked her down on purpose, however. I don't think she realizes that the military has closed the case and called off the manhunt. The military still reports her last known location as being Deepwood, anyhow. I could update the files..." Lex shook her head at that, and cut in. "No, NAVI, I don't think so. I don't want the military sticking their nose in and scaring her off completely, for one." They'd screwed it up enough already, letting her program get stolen. At this point, they had no use for the framework, since it was now no longer usable (in their opinion, not Lex's) for it's original purpose, and had declared the case closed after the girl's accomplice's confession, anyway. "Besides that, they're not looking for her, and I don't think they care anyway. As a pory, that AI is useless, in their opinion." No, this was just personal, for her. She couldn't care less if the girl got arrested. And really, the girl was too bloody...well, nice, to have had anything to do with Team Rocket. Those sleazeballs wouldn't have flipped out or panicked like that, let alone fled in terror, she didn't think. And they didn't tend to be the sort to let their pokemon simply romp about for the hell of it, either. She didn't consider herself a super judge of character, but she'd seen enough sleaze in her life to figure she could tell when people were hiding it. She had plenty of experience with seeing things hidden in pretty packaging. "Maybe not. I also conjecture that the girl is not with Team Rocket anyhow. The ralts line tends to avoid violent sorts, and can't really stand negative emotions. To have a fully evolved one of that line so determined to protect her would be unusual if she were such." Lex frowned a little. NAVI coming to the same conclusion... Well, it was one more question to add to the list, or something. "Yeah, and I doubt they'd scream in terror and run like sissies first opportunity anyhow. And I haven't been obliterated by a deathray, either, from that Airship, if there is one. The entire idea she's with Team Rocket smells more than a week dead barboach, frankly." The computer hummed a moment, then NAVI spoke again, false regret peppering her tone. "Scans aren't picking anything up, but this mist is still interfering with them, I fear. And much as I hate to give you even more bad news..." "Can it, NAVI and spit it out already. You and I both know you enjoy that sort of thing as much as Mewtwo delights in making brains bleed out ears." Lex didn't care to banter with the AI right now. What the hell had she meant by Airship, anyhow? You'd think that she'd have heard about someone else having a spaceship, but only Mister Alien had anything like that according to the OME's records, which were often rather thorough. She tilted her head skyward, frowning a little. "Oh, you do so love to compliment me, don't you? If I had a face, I'd be blushing. But, well, I suspect that your fuzzy little hairpiece has gone with them. The joltik reading vanished when they did." "What?!" Gremlin clicked his mandibles together uncertainly, pushing aside a dust buneary and peeping back out at the trainer and pokemon. He'd made the mistake of shifting a little too close to the top of the girl's boot while trying to get a look around where they'd appeared, and abandoned ship when she shook her boot, diving for cover under the nearest plush chair. He scuttled under another, once certain they weren't looking his way, following after Egrinain as she made her way toward the bridge. Most of the conversation was lost on him, and frankly, he didn't care too much, he was just supposed to... To... As Egrinain continued on her way, the little spider hesitated, fur sparking slightly as he chittered softly. The engines had just come on, and the surge of power attracted his attention, distracting him from his purpose. The electrical spider quivered with anticipation, practically slavering at the delectable feeling. It would be such a delicious... But he was supposed to be doing something else, wasn't he? No time for a snack...the bug glanced around, but Egrinain was long gone. Oh dear. But...but...surely a little nibble wouldn't hurt, then he could look... Edited by DarthEevee, Jun 23 2012, 06:18 AM.
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| Kyozuki | May 3 2012, 09:55 PM Post #10 | |
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4 ![]() Egrinain sat down in the captain's chair with a sigh. For a while,she sat there. Then, reaching for her waist, she took her pokeballs and opened them up, letting her team out. <Indignant Protest: Master, honestly! I meet someone who clearly knows how to deal with synthetic life, and you deny me the chance to socialize! Anyone would think you didn't want me to speak to that person!> "I don't," Egrinain replied flatly. "She knew your full serial number, and she knew about Deepwood. She's clearly been sent to arrest me. So we're getting out of here before she calls in reinforcements." "We don't need to leave though, do we?" Jerome asked. "The cloaking field thingummy should hide us, right?" "Maybe, but I don't want to take chances." Egrinain looked up at the ceiling. "Computer, are you ready to go?" "Primary engines are nearing the end of their warmup cycle," the computer intoned. "E.T.A, minus one minute." "As soon as we're clear to go, we're setting course for Mayriver," Egrinain said, flipping up the cover on the Captain's chair console and waving her finger over the buttons. "Now then, how did you turn up the lights again?..." The dim blue lights of the bridge suddenly flickered and dimmed, and the faint hum of the engines dipped briefly. "Warning," the computer said in a helpful tone. "Primary capacitor 7-A has experienced catastrophic power flux. Associated circuit breakers in section 12-A have overloaded. Stealth field compromised. Compensating..." "Wait, what you mean compromised?" Egrinain demanded, looking around at the air. "What's wrong with the stealth field?" "Power re-routed from primary engines. Stealth field re-established." A musical chiming alarm came from the intercom speakers. "Attention, fuse banks in section 12-A have burnt out, and will require replacing. Records indicate sufficient fuses in ship stores to conduct in-flight repairs. Recommend a repair team be dispatched at earliest opportunity." "Answer the question, dammit!" Egrinain snapped at the computer. "What went wrong with the stealth field?" "The stealth field was briefly compromised by the unexpected power fluctuation. I have re-routed power from the primary engines to compensate for the lost circuits, and the field is now holding steady." "Could anyone have spotted us while the field was down?" Egrinain asked, dreading the answer. "Our current altitude is above the Misthenge fog cover, and sensors detected no increase in comms traffic that would indicate a sighting by radar. It is highly unlikely anyone could have pinpointed our location unless they were actively searching for us when the field went down." "Better safe than sorry though," Egrinain mused. "Alright, set a course for Mayriver, full speed." "Captain, the primary engines are currently tied into the stealth field. Bringing the engines to full strength would require us to shut down the field." Egrinain didn't reply for a few seconds. ...Shall I go find those fuses? Gardevoir volunteered. "No, no need," Egrinain said, putting her forehead in her palm. "I'll get them in a minute." -------------- Egrinain craned her head back, trying to coax the fuse into the slot with the small screwdriver in her hand. "How many more of these to go?" she called out from where she was, wedged in an alcove under a mass of cabling and pipes like a car mechanic. "Excluding the fuse currently being replaced, a further three remain," the computer replied. "Swell," Egrinain muttered, getting the fuse into place. Wriggling back out, she looked down the gantryway. It was a narrow crawlspace, approximately square, with a metal grille surface making up the actual floor, while various pipes, wires and components crammed the surrounding walls, fighting for real estate. Sometimes there just wasn't enough space for everything, and a low gap, barely big enough to wriggle into, would branch off from the crawlspace, it's ceiling packed with access panels and cables. Sometimes, two gaps would meet up in the middle, forming a tunnel between two crawlspaces. The place was a veritable warren. "I still don't understand what went wrong," Egrinain said as she crawled along the metal grille floor to the next fuse, pushing the box of replacements ahead of her. "How did that capacitor discharge an entire kilowatt-hour of energy in the space of two seconds, and not fry the surrounding electronics?" "Unknown" the computer replied, the voice sounding tinny and distant through the tiny intercom speakers that were wedged in the corners of the crawlspace. "This system lacks the required diagnostic system to determine the cause of failure." "As long as it doesn't happen again," Egrinain said. "We don't have anywhere to restock these parts, I don't want to have to abandon this ship because of a few bad fuses. Or be unable to abandon ship because the power to the elevator got cut off, for that matter." "The elevator shaft is equipped with an internal ladder and manual door overrides in the event of total system failure, or when access is needed while the elevator is in use, such as now." "Good to know," Egrinain replied, not really paying attention. A few seconds later, Egrinain came to a stop. A few seconds after that, she looked up at the intercom. "...what did you just say about the elevator being in use?" |
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| DarthEevee | May 7 2012, 07:25 AM Post #11 | |
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3 ![]() Gremlin shuffled uneasily as he cowered behind the last of the fried fuses. He hadn't really meant to discharge some of the delicious energy this place gave off like that, but the final surge of the engines reaching full power had caught him off guard, and he'd had to send it somewhere or explode himself. He really wasn't very fond of exploding, thank you. But now, that human he'd been told to bug was back, and fixing all the fuses. It was very, very hard for him to not sneak over and nibble at one of the ones properly functioning again, but it was nearly impossible for even little him to move without probably ending up making her notice him. And it wasn't like they'd miss the energy, but he was supposed to keep an eye on Egrinain. But that generally involved not getting caught, and he really didn't have a lot of options to get out without her noticing him at this point. The joltik shuffled on his little legs uncertainly. It wasn't supposed to get this complicated. But then, he also hadn't been warned there'd be a delicious power plant in the picture either. He chittered softly as she stopped, sensing opportunity raising its hand to knock. Maybe...yes! He was off like a shot as Egrinain turned to stare at the intercom, brushing past her as he fled down the path she'd come up, looking for something, anything to hide in. “Seriously?” Lex clutched the solid neck of her aerodactyl as he beat his wings, surging even higher into the sky. He let out an unhappy screech at being sent airborne again in all this wet, foggy air. He really did not like being unable to see where he was going...let alone all this wetness. “Deuce, calm down...it's fine, really. We're way above where a tree would dream of growing and unless we run into another insane pidgey, I don't think there's a whole lot of air traffic, either.” “I assume now is not the time to point out that we're flying up here to try to find a theoretical airship that a theoretical member of Team Rocket mentioned in passing?” “Shut up, NAVI, no it isn't. And besides. You just said sensors weren't picking up shit, didn't you?” Lex snapped back irritably. “Well, no, they are not picking up fecal matter, either.” “...if you had a neck, I'd strangle you, you know that, right?” “There isn't a day I am not grateful that I did not get installed in a corporeal body like others seem to have been.” Lex shook her head as the little icon that was Blue Screen shrilled an angry retort. NAVI ignored him. “But no, I am indeed not picking up anything, pokemon or otherwise, within the range of the even more limited than usual...” The AI suddenly fell silent, much to Lex's surprise. She'd yet to find anything that would cause even a momentary pause to the program. “NAVI?” She frowned, shifting her grip a little, but not really daring to actually let go with either hand to open up the interface and try to work with it. “Blue Screen, what's going on?” The little blue icon chirped uncertainly, but NAVI spoke up before he finished bringing up the data. Lex let out a low whistle as she read the information, only half-listening to the AI. “Major power signature showing up forty-three degrees left, fifteen degrees up, about a hundred and fifty meters distant. Large vessel, unable to get a reading on size exactly at this distance. At this range, the veracity is also debatable with how the sensors have been acting...” Another short pause. “And it's gone again, it seems. It could have been a glitch, for all I know, but it certainly appeared that there was something over that way at least for 52.67 seconds.” NAVI paused again, somehow giving the impression that it was shrugging. “It's the best we've gotten so far, however. That is to say, the ONLY thing that's shown up, even if it was 'visible' for less than a minute.” “Yeah....so, where again? Up and left?” Lex leaned carefully left atop the pterodactyl and Deuce obligingly banked that way. “Let me know when I'm getting close to the last known coordinates.” “Yes, as imprecise as that is, it would be technically accurate,” NAVI sighed. “Less up, more left.” The aerodactyl surged forward, straightening out his flight. “It should be straight ahead about forty meters, and about sixty meters up from here.” The prehistoric bird reluctantly beat higher into the air, trying in vain to get above the cloud cover. “And what are we supposed to be looking for?” Lex asked after a few moments of silence, wanting to rub at her eyes, but not daring to. She was getting sick of all this fog, it was starting to play tricks on her eyes. The fact it seemed to be rippling slightly around them was making her eyes water, and the odd refraction of the afternoon light seemed to make a few hundred rainbows all around them as they got closer to the top of this mess. She blinked a few times, trying to get them working properly again. “I can't imagine that...” Lex broke off this time, staring. “By Moltres' fire...” she breathed as some huge shape suddenly loomed before them, Deuce veering slightly with a startled shriek. Another odd moment of rippling rainbows, and it was gone. “No, Deuce, back...back!” Lex tugged on the stone beast's neck, urging him to turn back to where the shadow-shape had been a moment before. He did so reluctantly, passing through the illusion a third time. “It appears to be approximately forty meters in length, whatever it is. The frequencies it uses appear to match several known Team Rocket channels. And it would appear that it has an extremely advanced stealth field. Quite impressive, refracting light and sensors so that it cannot be picked up.” NAVI spoke with evident fascination, humming as she ran her scans. "I must wonder what caused them to fail, however. I'm doubting the owner wants to be found if they're up now, and were up then...but in any case, you do seem to have found an airship. If we could see it clearly, I suspect, from readings I am getting of the shape, it would be shaped like a togekiss.” “A what?” Lex shook her head. Memorizing most of the pokemon out there had never been something she cared to do. “Oh, never mind. Still thinking she's not TR?” It still seemed off to her, somehow, but it was hard to deny this sort of evidence, as well. “Well, this does lend more credence to the theory. They were fond of making their craft of every sort shaped like one sort of pokemon or another, and the frequencies do match. The gardevoir, however, still does not.” “So maybe she's a reformed Rocket, or something. I don't know, really. But who the hell cares what she's affiliated with...can you get a read on where we might be able to get into this place?” “I will refrain from pointing out that you were the one that brought it up, then. There is a landing pad set up on the back section of the vessel. I'd suggest trying that first, myself. Odds are, there is a door there you could try to gain access through.” Lex frowned and angled Deuce in that direction. Now over the surprise of the sudden appearance of the thing, and realizing she was asking him to land, the dactyl screeched obligingly and eagerly complied with the orders, landing with a flip of his wings and a slight thump on the landing pad, dead center, looking a bit proud of himself. Lex slid off cautiously and patted his muzzle appreciatively before recalling him a bit reluctantly. She kept the pokeball in her hand as she paused at a doorway, frowning at the touchscreen beside it. “Hack in?” “Just try some of the known Rocket passcodes in the OME databank, first.” NAVI hummed softly as she brought them up, then attempted to uplink with the ship's computer herself. “Oh, how interesting. It seems this has an AI as well. I can hardly wait to see if I get to meet an intellectual equal at last...” “Riiiight. So door, yes.” Lex eyed the touchscreen a moment more before trying the first of the codes that popped onto her screen. “Able to pick up any pokemon or anything? Any sign of Gremlin?” “You are aware you are asking me to try to pinpoint a point one meter creature on a vessel over four hundred times that size, correct? That's similar to the proverbial needle in a haystack, even if that would be a lot easier, simply due to the major difference in composition and smaller size of the haystack comparatively. A simple metal detector...” “NAVI...” Lex hauled the AI back off the tangent, as she moved to the next code, going down the list. “Get back to the point, please?” She couldn't care less about needles, she wanted her bug back more than anything. Except maybe her AI. “Even before they started acting up due to the weather, the scanners were not that pinpoint accurate and you should know that. I can confirm that there are several lifeforms aboard, at least, but that is the extent of their abilities.” The AI sounded a little peevish, as the door pinged as Lex finished entering the next password. “But it would appear that this vessel does indeed accept Rocket passcodes. Interesting.” “Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. And keep this on my memory banks, not the OME's for now, 'kay?” Lex shook her head, making a note to upgrade her scanners to the best of her abilities later, and see about working out a way to get them to be able to pierce even the fog around here sometime, while she was at it. But that was later. “As you wish. I hadn't yet made a backup of anything, and I will make sure that I do not upload such for this to them. Though, I don't see why it matters.” “Like I said before, I don't want them shoving their noses in right now. This is my business, and...I don't know. A feeling, I guess.” She stepped inside the elevator, with a slight frown. Something still smelled fishy about this. “Better be prepared for anything, though...” Twin flashes of red released a Ziggy and Virus into the elevator with her, and she toyed with the last pokeball thoughtfully a moment, before pocketing it, with a faint, not quite feral, smile. “Deuces remain wild...” Edited by DarthEevee, May 7 2012, 07:25 AM.
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| Kyozuki | May 11 2012, 03:14 PM Post #12 | |
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4 ![]() <Query: Master, would it not make more sense to meet this human head-on, feign innocence, then strike while their guard is down? Why this complicated ruse?> KD-60 asked as he and the other pokemon looked at Egrinain as she arrived on the bridge. "Because I don't know how strong they are, and I don't want to get in over my head," Egrinain replied, sitting down in the Captain's chair. The bridge was still dark, the dim blue lighting giving a quiet, sterile feel to the place. "Alright Computer, bring the internal security online." "Unable to comply, Captain," the computer replied. "Why not?" Egrinain asked. "Don't we have some kind of security system?" "The Glissando is equipped with ceiling-mounted anti-personell weapons, however all ordinance and weapon systems have been disabled and disconnected, as per your request." "Shoot," Egrinain bit her lip, putting her head in her hand as she thought. "Any way to get them online quickly?" "No, Captain. Reconnecting of ammunition supplies would take a skilled team of technicians. Motor control could be restored, but the targeting programs will take a minimum of ten minutes to boot up to operational status." "...maybe we don't need them to work," Egrinain mused suddenly. "Maybe we only need them to look like they're working... Computer, are there security cameras in the corridors?" "No, Captain. Such a system would be an uneeded drain on resources for an Organization operations mech. This system can detect when doors and system components are being accessed throughout the ship, however." "Alright, have our intruders entered the main ship itself yet?" "No, Captain, the door has been sealed as per your order. So far, their attempts to override the lockouts have been unsuccessful, as have the multiple attempts to open the drinks cabinet in the galley." "That won't last," Egrinain said glumly. "Alright, get the guns closest to the main doors running - they don't need the targeting programs, just turn them on and make them rotate back and forth a little so it looks like they're scanning for targets. Let me know when they break through the main door and then put me on the intercom." "Understood, Captain." <Resigned depression: Master, you aren't going to fight them at all, are you?> "That's the plan," Egrinain replied. "I don't know how long it will work though. If they manage to get through here, I might need to fight them." Egrinain looked up at KD-60, who was floating above the crew consoles, bobbing up and down. "Look, I know you're more into battling than most of my pokemon, but if you're not comfortable about fighting someone from the OME-" <Vehement denial: Master, I assure you, my loyalties are not in any way compromised! You are my designated owner. I may disagree with your pacifism, but I am programmed to be a pokemon, which means I follow the instructions of my trainer. That's what I was programmed to do, and that's what I intend to do.> Slightly odd definition of what a Pokemon is, Gardevoir observed. And since when did you follow orders? I've never heard you do anything without questioning Egrinain's judgement. <Condescencion: Surely, you can tell the difference between questioning an order and disobeying it?> "Main door breached," the computer intoned before Gardevoir could make a sharp remark back. "Captain, you are now on the intercom." "Alright, freeze!" Egrinain shouted into the air. "You see those guns in front of you? They're armed and locked on to you. One false move and I start painting the walls a nice shade of crimson! Now just stay there, don't do anything stupid, and we'll send a security team down to escort you off the ship. No need for anyone to get hurt here, so just stay still. Computer, cut the intercom." "Intercom closed," the computer replied. "Alright, that should give us some time to plan," Egrinain said. "Now then, we need to keep them off balance if we're going to have a shot at this. Gardevoir, I want you to tail them, see if you can mess with their heads or something. Banjo?" "Yar?" Banjo replied, zipping up to the captain's chair. "You know how much you like to hide to mess around with people?" "...are you saying what I think you're saying?" Banjo asked, eyes going wide in excitement. "Banjo? Got nuts." "WAAHOOOOOO!" Banjo crowed, pinballing around the bridge before subliming into electricity and earthing himself into a control console. "Captain, I am detecting a rolling power fluctuation throughout the ship's systems," the computer announced. "It appears to be operating doors, lights and various other systems in no discernable pattern. Should I attempt to isolate it?" "No computer, leave it be, he knows how to mess things up without permanently damaging them." <Rebuttal: You do not know that for certain, Master.> "As for you, KD, you're sticking with me. You're my heaviest hitter, I need you with me if our intruder makes it to the bridge." "What about me and Farrel?" Jerome asked. "Go find Absol," Egrinain said after a bit of thought. "I haven't seen him since we got back, he's probably wandered off somewhere and doesn't know what's going on. Once you meet up, head back here without being seen, I'm going to need all the help I can get when this OME goon gets up here." -------------- Absol was at that moment exploring the lower levels of the ship. He found the twisting passages a great deal of fun to explore (even if it was a little too easy to get lost). He had completely missed the news that the stealth field had failed, putting the sudden dip in power to a glitch of some kind. So when he heard a little buzzing click coming from under one of the conduits, he thought nothing of poking his head underneath to see what was causing the noise. "Er... hello?" he said eventually, after looking at the big, blue eyes in front of him for a while. "How did you get on board?" Edited by Kyozuki, May 13 2012, 12:26 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Jun 11 2012, 10:38 AM Post #13 | |
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4 (I get a sneaking suspicion Eggy's going to regret letting Banjo loose when they assess damage later. As always, if there's a problem, lemme know and I can fix!)"Would you leave that ALONE already, Zig?" Lex physically hauled her linoone off the door, inset into the wall, that seemed to contain shelves full of old bottles with fancy looking labels. The sparkle of the caps and silver on several labels was a total distraction for the badger pokemon. "If you're going to go after something, find something useful instead of a bunch of useless bottles already!" The room that the elevator had opened into had left the trainer staring in bemusement for several moments. The plush appointments seemed almost bizarre, in a ship several miles up in the air. The extravagant sitting room left her bemused for several minutes, not even noticing the doors opening once and shutting. As a result, the linoone had more than enough time to thoroughly search under every one of the red couches, roll around long enough to shed an inordinate amount of hair all over the lower set as he reveled in the soft feel of the velvet, and make two attempts on the cabinet door before she shook off the surprise enough to actually notice his antics. Obviously, he was immune to ferret shock, despite his kleptomaniac tendencies. "The doors are well and solidly locked, though. I'm a bit surprised those codes you have didn't work on these." Virus reappeared from her own exploration and swarmed back up to Lex's shoulder as she gave up on Ziggy for the moment, letting the linoone dive back at the liquor chest, causing the doors to rattle. "They changed the codes, simple as that." Lex felt a bit foolish for letting the opulence of the place give them the time to do so as she gawked. But the damage was done. "So the person has the authority to do that. Sounds like someone high up in the chain of command," NAVI spoke placidly in her ear. "The access code could be broken, but that will likely take time." She decided against arguing with the AI as the lights flickered wildly for a moment. She hardly noticed as the other door swished open, then snapped shut a moment later, glancing over with a slight frown. Was Gremlin getting in the works or something? Hopefully he didn't do so much damage this thing fell out of the sky... "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I gotta faster way. FUBAR, do your stuff." There was a flare of electricity over the gauntlet and a moment later, the rotom materialized, looking to Lex with a hopeful expression, which changed to a manic sort of glee at her trainer's nod. With a sharp crack, she dove into the access panel for the door and electricity surged across it as she integrated herself into the wiring and took over. Lex grinned as well. Just as her name implied, the rotom was a master at screwing with systems. She'd have the doors open in no time, codes or not, as she simply took them over. "Easy as pi." Lex grinned as the door swooshed open, and stepped through. She froze, however, as Egrinain's voice suddenly shouted at them from the speakers and two panels slid aside to reveal the lethal looking guns. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied them, as they tracked back and forth across the hall. "Dude, I just want my freaking spider and MY AI..." she snapped back at the walls, and shook her head a little at the lack of response. The lights flickered as a minute passed, then another, and she watched the turrets sweep back and forth across the hallway, with narrowed eyes. This was getting ridiculous, really. She barely noticed as the doors suddenly shot shut, and then open again, and shut once more. "Girl ain't TR. This just proves it. Ship might be and how in the name of Ho-oh she got the command codes, I don't know, but she ain't," Lex grumbled at last. FUBAR noted the other presence in the circuitry, and giggled to herself at Banjo's antics. Another one? That was a novel thing, really...she hadn't run into another like her before. And he did seem to have quite the flair for the dramatic. It was really rather cute, actually. But he wasn't the only one that could haunt machinery, and he had a bit of an arrogant streak, shutting her doors on her. She shot away through the circuitry, looking for another target to distract with. "What gives you that idea?" NAVI spoke up in Lex's ear, as the lights suddenly went out, then came back on, and the television suddenly flicked on in a burst of static and started changing channels rapidly, volume jumping erratically. It took a fair bit for her to not react and whirl at the sudden noise, but she managed, still watching the guns, as the doors open and shut twice behind her, at random. "I don't even want to know what Fubsy is doing..." the hacker sighed, and left the ghost to it for now. FUBAR giggled again, and brushed past Banjo, diving for the spigots in the bar, sending a sudden geyser fountaining up into the air from every single one in a burst of power that was a clear challenge, and invitation. 'Let's see if you can out-do me, bucko...' Ziggy squawked as the liquor cabinet door suddenly shot open, whacking his nose solidly, and streaked out the door past Lex, chattering angrily over his shoulder at the treacherous cabinet. Lex watched him go, then looked back over her shoulder at the chaos in the sitting room, and sighed, shoving her hands into her pockets and following the linoone. "Wait, are you sure..." "Ziggy wasn't pasted, NAVI. Think about it. Those guns were 'locked onto us,' but they kept tracking back and forth across the hallway." Lex cut the AI off as she followed the linoone, and the guns kept to their mindless trek across the hallway. "And really, this girl is just talking scared, anyway. There was no need to point the guns out and what they can do, and they didn't point straight at us, but instead tracked around the hall at random. Hardly locked on like she was trying to say. Commenting on false moves and 'painting the walls'...pfff. Movie talk. Going and shouting something like that's an obvious bluff. I mean really. All you needed to say was that the guns were locked on, and don't move. Why bother shouting about an escort, even?" Lex frowned. "Not to mention the shouting, actually. You say that sort of thing in a cold, calm voice, if you're serious about it. By the by, you got any schematics?" "I'll bring what the scans are able to put together up onscreen. I don't have a full schematic on file. Could be they locked it up again. You seem to know a lot about bluffing." 'Yeah, well, I've had to do a lot of lying in my time.' Lex shrugged. "Frankly, what really killed it was more that TR woulda shot first instead of bohering to ask questions, and wouldn't have talked about escorting us off the ship if they didn't plaster us. Prisoner or pasted woulda been their modus operandi," she replied instead, as she tried to figure out which was a likely looking direction. "...touché." Gremlin paced back and forth uncertainly, having managed to get past Egrinain without her noticing, somehow. But now, he was a bit lost. He clicked his mandibles together uneasily, as he scuttled down a hallway, trying to find something that might look familiar somewhere. Luckless, he crawled under another conduit with a sigh, and curled up in a miserable little ball. He just wanted to get out of here...he squealed in surprised terror as Absol spoke up, having missed the pokemon's approach, letting out another powerful discharge of electricity in reaction. Moments later, he actually registered what the pokemon had said, and chittered again, looking suddenly guilty. Mindless of any further damage he may or may not have done to the machinery around them, he scuttled out from under the conduit to try and see how the dark pokemon had fared. He chittered a bit more, whatever he was saying almost hopelessly garbled as languages warred with each other. It sounded very apologetic, however, and very much like he said something about being lost at one point, but it was very hard to make out under a thick accent and stream of foreign words. Edited by DarthEevee, Jun 11 2012, 10:39 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jun 16 2012, 09:29 PM Post #14 | |
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4 (Missing LP? I'm sure I don't know what you mean... >_>)Absol let out a yip of surprise and rolled backwards as the jolt of electricity caught him on the nose. Fighting to clear the stars from his vision, by the time he recovered, Gremlin was already prodding at him, chattering away apologetically. “Uhh.... no worries?” Absol guessed, having great difficulty making out anything the little Joltik said. “Oooh... what were you doing back there, anyway?” A clattering sound came from somewhere down the crawlspace, and a medium-sized blue shape rolled into view. “Flipping 'eck- OW!” Jerome rubbed the back of his head furiously as he picked himself up, pushing the loose pipe that had whacked him as he fell past back into the roof. “I told you sliding down the rail was a bad idea,” Farrell said, walking along behind him. “But no, no you needed to take the fun option...” “Well it worked didn't it? We've found him. Hi Absol!” Marshtomp waved a fin in Absol's direction. “But that didn't have anything to do with how we got down...” Farrell began, then shook her head and gave the argument up as lost. “And he's found a friend,” Jerome said, reaching over and picking up Gremlin. Absol flinched and covered his head as the Joltik let out a blast of electricity that writhed across Jerome's fin. Jerome's only response was to give a grin and nuzzle against the Joltik with his round sphere of a nose/head. “Awww, isn't he cute?” Jerome asked, showing Farrell the tarantula. Farrell backed away in a flutter of feathers and an angry squawk. “Oy, keep that thing away!” she snapped, puffing up her feathers. “I found him hiding in among the wires.” Absol supplied helpfully. “I think he's lost.” Well, we'll help him get back home once we've dealt with the intruder problem,” Jerome decided. “For now, we need to head back to the control room, meet up with Egrinain again.” -------------- Banjo let out a snigger as the Zigzagoon fled the galley with a yelp of shock. He hadn't had this much fun in ages. Before he could follow the little fuzzball deeper into the ship to torment him further however, his attention was distracted as all the taps in the bar turned themselves on at full power. He hadn't done that. So what?- Banjo grinned as he felt the other presence in the ship's systems with him. “Well helloooo...” Banjo said and he skirted about FUBAR, checking out his counterpart. “Are you wanting to play a game? I think you're wanting to play a game.” And with that, Banjo sent himself shooting round the ship's systems, setting off two or three different alarms, before arriving back in the kitchen, simultaneously shutting off all the spigots, and sending a burst of feedback through the intercom, producing an ear-piercing whine. “Up for a game of hide-and-seek?” Banjo asked, disappearing into one of the security systems and fading into the background electricity. “Catch me if you can!” -------------- Gardevoir pressed herself against the side of the gantryway, peering round the corner. No sign of their unwanted intruder – but she was definitely close. Deciding she was close enough to begin, Gardevoir floated up into the air, knees bending slightly as she brought her hands up in a prayer-like position, tilting her head forwards onto her fingers as she concentrated. Creeping into the edge of the intruder's consciousness, Gardevoir began her psychic infiltration by letting a vague, subconscious sense of unease seep through into her target's mind. That would pull her out of a calm, collected state, making it easier for Gardevoir to affect her. Floating through the gantryways as she tailed the intruder, the psychic skimmed across the surface of the mind, gleaning some details about her target. Name... Alexis Morgana Cambridge. Preferred the name Lex. Reclusive. Kept a lot of emotion buried deep down where a cursory inspection couldn't reach it. Seemed... strangely ambivalent. Gardevoir had expected some sense of anger or hostility directed towards Egrinain, but instead all she could sense was mild annoyance and... contempt? No, not contempt – a kind of snide, head-shaking pity. As if she found the whole affair to be something of a joke. Gardevoir gritted her teeth. A joke? A joke? Driving her trainer frantic with fear, that was a joke to this girl? Gardevoir began probing deeper into Lex's mind. She looked down underneath the complex, intellectual parts of the psyche to the simple, emotional motivations. Here there were no facts, no higher reasoning – only feelings and psychic scars from past events. All Gardevoir had to do was expose a raw nerve and overwhelm Lex with some buried negative memory. Normally Gardevoir would have been loath to dig into someone else's mind like this. But anger was an incredible salve for a wounded conscience, and Gardevoir was not about to let this upstart OME lackey take away what small level of peace Egrinain had begun to find. Gardevoir gave a satisfied smile as she found a tightly-wound knot of emotion tucked away in a corner of Lex's mind. Oh yes, this looked quite overwhelming. Creating a solid tie so she could unravel the emotions and flood Lex's mind with them in a moment, she rose back out of the emotional psyche and latched onto Lex's conscious mind, dropping her mental shroud and making her presence felt. You OME thugs have a lot to answer for, Gardevoir thought at Lex in a low, dangerous tone. Egrinain's been chased from one end of Opaddeka to the other by you lot. You want to know how long she's been running? I was a Kirlia the last time I saw her truly happy. Gardevoir let her own bitterness seep through at that thought. I'll move mountains before I let you take her away and lock her up in a cell again, alone and scared, with no way out and no hope. Gardevoir flexed her mind, taking hold of the knot of emotions she had found earlier. Perhaps it's time you remembered what being alone and scared feels like. With a single mental pull, she undid the knot. Edited by Kyozuki, Jun 19 2012, 09:33 PM.
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| DarthEevee | Jun 19 2012, 01:44 PM Post #15 | |
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4 (So are we switching to Freeform or didja just forget LP? *coughs* And Zig's a linoone by this point, BTW. n.- Also, language, sorry (not that I think people care, really, but still).)Gremlin sparked a little nervously as he stared at Gerome, able to sense the grounded nature of him easily, even if he hardly recognized a single species of the crowd around him now. Sure, he could fry the obvious bird before it could eat him, most likely, but that wouldn't work so well on the blue thing. At this point, his best bet was to play the little, helpless and cute role for all it was worth. It wasn't exactly a new thing, being all of four inches across, as his kind were on average. He chattered again, trying harder to be clear, but he only half understood this barbarian tongue they communicated in. A hesitant wave of one leg completed the attempt to communicate a friendly sort of greeting and look non-threatening. And they were off again. It was better than hiding around and doing nothing, so he followed. “Hel-lo indeed...” she trilled, her voice pitched a few octaves higher than Banjo's. A burst of power sent the spray of foam a bit higher, just before Banjo shut down the spigots on her and she made a poutish face. “Playing, always. A game...that depends on your definition.” she shot after him, giggling. As she went, she killed half the lights in a burst of her own power in response to his feedback squeal. “You could at least make it a challenge...” she laughed as she flared, splitting in two, then four, the copies and her whirling through the wiring as she sent out a pulse of electricity in an attempt to get a read on his location and surround the other rotom. The thought of actually trying to hurt him, or the ship, didn't occur to her at all...she just thought this was fun. And as soon as she tagged him, then he could chase her. And he was kinda cute. Lex flinched at the high pitched squeal still audible from behind them, then stopped dead as most of the lights shut off abruptly. “I'm beginning to regret unleashing Fubsy....what the hell is she up to?” “I fear I do not have the ability to read exactly what she is up to in a foreign system that I am not linked into.” “It was rhetorical, NAVI.” Lex muttered, fiddling with her glasses irritably. “Let's just turn on Infrared, sha-?” she broke off abruptly as Gardevoir suddenly made her presence known. It took her a moment to realize that the communication was telepathic and she narrowed her eyes. OME thug, was she? Shows what they knew. She wasn't a thug, for one, much less an OME puppet. “Hey now...” But the pokemon wasn't done, and Lex rocked back on her heels at the force of Gadevoir's anger, momentarily taken aback at the words. Alone, scared? Hopeless? What, this pokemon didn't think she didn't have a clue? She shook her head, as if trying to cast the empathic pokemon out of her head by doing so. “Hold on a minute, I...” She was interrupted again, however, as Gardevoir reached out and pulled, hard, on the tangled knot. However, the pokemon had made a few miscalculations. The first was in assuming that this fear and helplessness was an old, long buried scar, instead of a only half scabbed wound. One that still bled into every moment of her life. She was always alone, and she was still coping with the raw wounds. She wasn't paralyzed, or terrified, but infuriated at the invasion, and she used it in the only way she could think of. Not, as might be expected, to try to claw out of the storm breaking open in her own mind... “You think I don't know hopeless, bitch?! I'LL SHOW YOU FUCKING HOPELESS!” she shrieked. With every ounce of her anger backing her, Lex clung with psychic nails to Gardevoir, trying to drag her down with the girl into the maelstrom of memory and experiences. She didn't even try to fight against falling into them. She'd lived with them daily for almost six years, she was used to it. She couldn't forget. Hadn't forgotten. No...she wanted to SHOW her tormentor exactly what she thought Lex didn't know. Blue suddenly appeared in the hallway beside her, exporting himself with a battle cry. He didn't know who or what was doing this, but he wasn't going to let anyone hurt his trainer while he could help it. The air thickened, became oppressive, as he called forth all the power he could, trying to draw the heavens to the earth with a shrill whistle of warning. The Gravity was too localized to be any danger of knocking the ship out of the sky, but for those nearby, it was a feeling of being crushed. Lex's knees buckled under the strain of the psychic assault and the gravity, as Ziggy squalled and crawled back toward her. But it was too late for that, really, as the storm of memories and pain broke open. Nearly six years of being alone. No one believing her, and her own father... CAUTION “He is not my father...” It was almost impossible to make out, as she whispered it in the merest breath at the floor. Lex lifted her her head with a tremendous effort, completely ignoring the fact that she was crying, face twisted in a mask of pain and fury. “Is that what you wanted, huh?! Like what you saw? You think I don't know alone? Don't know what it's like to be scared, or trapped? You don't know a damn thing about hopeless...I'm always alone.” Ziggy chittered as he crawled into her lap, looking hurt as she shoved him away with a gasp, before realizing what she'd done and who had just touched her. “Zig, I'm...” She gathered up the linoone and buried her face in his fur a moment. Blue was still trying to find a target as he slid along the hallway floor, his own summoned gravity stalling out his own limited hovering abilitied. The blue form glittered in the half-light as he trilled softly as well. She lifted her head, composed again. “You're not going to stop me from having my say, here!” She directed that at the walls in frustration, as Ziggy pressed close against her. He forgave her already. She wasn't alone these days, true...her pokemon loved her. Even if she didn't deserve it, they loved her. It was almost enough. Edited by DarthEevee, Jun 22 2012, 04:10 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jun 22 2012, 01:29 AM Post #16 | |
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4 ![]() Banjo tried to rein in his excitement as the other Rotom spread out through the airship's systems, sending out phantom images to leave him guessing where she was. A clever tactic to be sure... but Banjo could pull unexpected tricks out of his hat as well. Or at least, was willing to trust success to blind chance. "Oh dear. Banjo commented. "I'm completely surrounded. How will I ever escape?" He let FUBAR get a little closer... and then he charged straight at one of the multiple Rotoms - after all, they were more likely to be ghosts than... well, you know. "Having a little trouble keeping up there?" Banjo called back, dancing between computer banks. "I'm as good as they get when it comes to moving around in here!" Banjo swept a tendril of energy into a nearby computer bank, weaving around the safeguards and mixing up the circuits a little. before withdrawing without setting off a single warning. "I dare you to top that." -------------- <Chronic Boredom: Master, if I spend much longer waiting here, I am certain my short-term memory log will begin to overwrite itself.> "Calm down, it's only been a dozen minutes or so," Egrinain replied, swinging the captain's chair back and forth on its swivel. "Intruders have ascended to next level. Progress rate is increasing," the computer supplied, the calm civil voice seeming quite out of place given the situation. "KD, do you-" <Prompt Correction: KD60TYEK1367 is my full designation, master,> KD-60 replied "Didn't we agree KD-60 was enough?" Egrinain asked. <Dismissal: That was when I was resigned to not encountering anyone who knew my full designation. I had thought organic creatures incapable of committing it to memory. Now I know otherwise, I feel a pressing need to ensure you learn it promptly.> "How do you know the OME person didn't read it off their poketech?" <Reluctant Admission: I had not considered that possibility, master.> "Besides, even if I did memorize it, it's too long to be-" Egrinain stopped in mid sentence, clutching a hand to her bosom and letting out a sharp gasp. <Query: Is something the matter, master?> "Something's wrong," Egrinain replied, standing up. "Something's very, very wrong. It's Gardevoir. She's in pain." <Objection: Master, I can hardly see how you could be aware of this fact.> "I can't explain, I just know she's in pain, and I'm not going to sit here if there's anything I can do to stop it!" "Captain," the computer intoned as Egrinain pressed a hand against the door's panel. "autopilot systems have been compromised. Attitude controls have been-" "Not now!" Egrinain snapped back, squeezing through the door as soon as it was open. KD-60 followed behind, shaking his head. <Observation: Organics are such irrational creatures...> -------------- Gardevoir gave a small smile of satisfaction as the emotions spilled out, filling Lex's mind. But something was wrong - the human's first instinct should have been to fight back against the emotion as it flooded the mind. Instead, she simply... absorbed it. And then, in a single, horrible moment, Gardevoir realised how completely wrong she'd been. The emotions weren't tucked into a corner. They permeated Lex's entire mind. She'd just found the weak spot where they bubbled up to the surface. Gardevoir tried to back out, but it was too late. She'd become too entangled in her target's mind. And Lex wasn't about to let her go. "You think I don't know hopeless, bitch?! I'LL SHOW YOU FUCKING HOPELESS!" The girl came at Gardevoir like a Trapinch, latching on and pulling the psychic back in. She barely noticed the physical tug that began to drag her through the corridors towards the centre of Blue's attack, simply trailing along like a limp doll. In the mental world however, Gardevoir was fighting for all she was worth, twisting back and forth as she tried to get away from the dark, roaring rush of pain that was curling up over her. No, stop! Gardevoir gasped out, but it was too late - the storm took her. Simply sensing the memories and emotions that Lex threw out would have left most people chilled and shaken. But for Gardevoir... emotions weren't merely her speciality. They were the basis of her power. She didn't just empathise, she took emotions into her very core. It gave her great mental power, letting her tap into reserves of strength that other pokemon needed formidable mental discipline to even grasp. But it also left her vulnerable to negative emotions - more so than most people realised. And with a deep mental bond like the one she'd established to probe Lex's mind... it was like liquid nitrogen being poured into an open wound. Gardevoir let out a choking sound as the memories hit. Her mind buzzed, her stomach churned with ice, her muscles refused to respond. She tried to raise a barrier, to cut off the flow, but her mind was paralyzed, a moth pinned against corkboard as the horrible details forced their way through. Stop it! Gardevoir pleaded, oh please, please stop! Make it stop! No more! Please, no more! But there was no stopping the empathic transfer. Gardevoir had put her hand on a live cable and was locked in place as the years of damage poured in. And then, Lex turned off the flood. Gardevoir dropped to her knees, arms shaking as they took the weight of her thin torso. The psychic fought the urge to retch, the poisonous emotions leaving her weak and nauseated. “Is that what you wanted, huh?! Like what you saw?" the accusing voice came. Gardevoir cringed at the deserved reprimand. She was ashamed now - so ashamed that she'd accused Lex of not understanding. She had no right to speak down to Lex like that. She tried to calm herself - but it was no use. The transfer of emotions had been so sudden, so forceful and so scalding that they were still burned into her mind. It was like Lex's memories had been branded on top of her own. And the weight was too much to bear. No more... Gardevoir whispered, as if that would scrub the harrowing experience away. No more... Gardevoir curled up, her gown spread around her, and her eyes staring into space. Clutching her hands under her chin, she opened her mouth and let out an audible, keening wail of grief and shame, before subsiding into a soft sobbing, tears trickling off her cheeks. Edited by Kyozuki, Jun 22 2012, 01:30 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Jun 23 2012, 11:09 AM Post #17 | |
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4 ![]() There was no stopping the tide once it started to come in, and Lex had precious little more control over the flood of emotions as Gardevoir, suffering them along with her. She just recovered faster. Blue was still hunting for something to kill, having already dismissed the sobbing psychic curled in a ball as a threat, but Lex knew better. She glared at the distraught pokemon as she sat there, not trusting herself to stand just yet. The thing had gotten exactly what it deserved, in her opinion. Stick your finger in a hornet's nest, you should expect to get stung. Dredging up all the worst aspects of her life and trying to shove them into her face because of some sort of superiority complex... "I must commend your aplomb in dealing with the empath. I had given up hope that you actually paid any attention at all to what I said..." Lex was broken out of her reverie by NAVI's cheerful comments in her ear, straightening up in surprise. "What..?" Lex shook her head, realizing even as she said it, what the AI was talking about. It hadn't been all that long ago they'd been talking about the gardevoir with the girl, after all... 'The ralts line tends to avoid violent sorts, and can't really stand negative emotions. To have a fully evolved one of that line so determined to protect her would be unusual if she were such...' "Oh. Right...damn." Lex watched Gardevoir a moment, actually looking at her instead of indulging in self-satisfaction, as the psychic mumbled about 'no more.' 'Daddy's little girl...' She scrubbed at her mouth as it twisted bitterly at the memories. "I...you..." Conflicting emotions flicked across her face. She had wanted to hurt her attacker, and had been attacked so retaliation was only fair, and yet... She set Ziggy down and stood up a little shakily. She'd had six years and more to absorb and deal with all that, instead of all at once. That hadn't really occurred to her. The only other psychic she'd met was Helsing, the bastard. It hadn't honestly occurred to her that she might just be doing what her dad did to her to someone else. But the psychic had asked for it, with her arrogant assumptions... But had she deserved this? It was an uncomfortable question. She hesitated, then moved over to awkwardly pat the psychic's shoulder gently. "I...guess I'm kinda sorry...but you asked for it. We...both jumped into things without waiting to see what we were dealing with, didn't we?" They had acted out of fear and anger, but she'd acted out of anger as well, and possessive pride. But it was the best apology she could manage, since a part of her was still hurting and wanted those that hurt her to feel the same. But that didn't mean she meant for this much hurt, did it? Had she? Did she like hurting people so much? She sighed, and gently picked Gardevoir up, cradling her against her chest like a child. No one had done this for her since her mother died...damn her anyway, leaving her daughter alone like that. Lex held the psychic close, rocking soothingly, letting her cry herself out, not sure how to comfort the pokemon otherwise. "...you probably didn't deserve all that." Maybe some, but not all, no. Once started, it was hard to stop, however. "It didn't happen to you, you didn't deserve it anyway, and you've got people that love you. You deserve to be loved." Unlike her. "Lucky you." Ziggy chirruped questioningly as the crushing gravity that the digital pokemon had summoned began to lift. "Yeah, I know, Ziggy." They probably should get the psychic to said people. And try to straighten the mess out a bit. "I...just want my AI." She chewed on her lip as she turned to continue down the hallway, carrying Gardevoir. "I don't care about arresting anyone, or whatever, and the OME doesn't give two shits about your trainer these days...I just want my AI. I designed it, and then someone stole it from me." A protective, almost motherly feeling about that. She had so little that she could call her own, and no family...all she had was her computers, and the few pokemon she'd collected. Speaking of. "I also want my Gremlin back." She sounded almost petulant. FUBAR squealed in simulated terror as he demolished one of her duplicates, darting off into the computer again. "Reaally..." she giggled, following after him, working to familiarize herself a bit more with the foreign circuitry. He had the home field advantage as well. It made it...interesting that way, anyhow. And then he swept his way through the safeguards, flipping several of the circuits. "Ooh...I don't know..." she pretended to hesitate for a moment, formulating her plan swiftly, and grinned abruptly. "I'll just have to try twice as hard, won't I?" she split again, but this time...it was more than an image, as part of her very essence formed the core of this duplicate, making it more than just an illusion. Both of them flanked Banjo for a moment as the illusions shot away in all directions, and then dove in opposite directions. One of the two swept through the security grid, swapping several of the targeting subroutines before getting caught by one of the safeguards on the way out and dissolving in a burst of energy and a squeal. The real FUBAR winced a little as her Substitute was destroyed, but there was no help for that. She slipped her own energy through the same panels Banjo had diddled, swapping more of the circuitry around while restoring a few of the ones he'd changed with a giggle, and adding an infinite loop into one subroutine as she pulled away, squeezing past the rapidly modifying safeguards as the systems tried to compensate for their fooling around. She fizzled a little as she glanced over at Banjo. "Aw...I guess I got caught and you didn't...but I did twice as much in the same time and still got out..." She giggled. "Draw?" Edited by DarthEevee, Jun 29 2012, 05:16 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jun 28 2012, 08:59 PM Post #18 | |
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4 (Man, keeping track of 3-4 plot threads at once is hectic XD Also, your post was slightly ambiguous, but I'm assuming that Blue charged on ahead, and is now a fair way along from Lex?)--------- “I...guess I'm kinda sorry...but you asked for it. We...both jumped into things without waiting to see what we were dealing with, didn't we?” Gardevoir heard the voice, but gave no outward acknowledgement. She was too wrapped up in her own shock. When Lex awkwardly attempted to giving Gardevoir a consoling hug, the psychic simply curled into her arms, leaning against Lex's chest and letting out a deep, sobbing sigh that shook her whole frame. "I don't care about arresting anyone, or whatever,” Lex continued as she picked Gardevoir up. “The OME doesn't give two shits about your trainer these days...I just want my AI. I designed it, and then someone stole it from me... I also want my Gremlin back." Gardevoir leaned against Lex, arms wrapped round her carrier's neck as she processed that information. Finally, she lifted her head and looked at Lex. AI? Gardevoir asked. Hold on, do you mean KD-60? That Porygon? Gardevoir gave a sigh and closed her eyes. So it all comes back to that wretched AI program. Again. Every time we think it's gone for good, it rears its head. OME, Talon, the Police and now you... what was so special about the thing anyway? Why did Team Rocket want it so badly? And how in Arceus' name did it we get it in the first place? -------------- “Heh,” Banjo grinned, settling down 'opposite' FUBAR, letting himself spread out into the circuits a bit. “Only if I get a bonus point next time.” Banjo paused for a bit as if trying to remember something. “Oh wait that's right I'm supposed to be stopping your trainer from getting to the bridge.” Banjo sent a tendril of energy out into the circuits. “Eh, lost track of her. Good luck finding anyone in this place once you lose them, it's a labyrinth. Nothing like running around the Deepwood Institute, the circuits in that place are laid out like a road map. I'm sure the computer in this thing has a diode loose somewhere, if it honestly thinks Egrinain belongs to Team Rocket. Ah well, I get a nice big toy to play in, so I'm happy.” ------------- “That's odd, wasn't Egrinain going to stay here?” Jerome asked as the troupe made their way into the cockpit. “Something must have happened,” Farrell replied, hopping up onto a console. “Well, not much we can do except wait for her to get back,” Jerome said, wriggling up into the captain's chair and giving Gremlin a friendly, but more-than-likely unappreciated, pat on the head. “Pity this ship can't understand us - it's too hot and stuffy in here, I need to cool down a bit.” A console near the front of the bridge suddenly flicked and buzzed ominously, and the pokemon felt the floor give a tiny lurch. “What was that?” Absol asked. “Dunno,” Jerome replied with a shrug. “We're flying, so maybe we hit a thermal or something.” “Would have to be a pretty massive thermal to make this thing shift,” Farrell observed. ------------- Inside the ethereal space generated by the stealth field, the Glissando floated, only the faintest whirr of turbines audible as it performed the minor corrections to keep itself stationary. Light streamed from the bay window on its chest, illuminating the dim space. There was a whine as an engine somewhere died down. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the airship began to rotate in place, tilting ever-so-slightly to one side as it began a graceful, sedate spiral downwards. |
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| DarthEevee | Jul 1 2012, 12:31 PM Post #19 | |
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4 (Yeah, it can get like that sometimes. XD I hadn't actually pictured him wandering off, but it actually probably does make sense, yeah. As a note, don't need to keep worrying about Banjo and Fubsy for now if you don't want. And also feel free to let me know if any of my technical mumbo-jumbo doesn't fit with your story plans for reasons and we can fix it up together.)"We-ell...I guess. Maybe. We'll have to see. The safeguards are pretty tricky..." FUBAR sobered up slightly at the mention that he was trying to stop them, then giggled again. "I s'pose there is that...it does seem like a bit of a maze in here...Lexxy dear sets up tech so that it's nice and easy to work with as a favor to me, but whoever did this didn't seem to care about being nice..." She shifted around, fussing at the circuitry to get comfortable. "The Rocket thing seems to be a common mistake. Can't say as I've formed any opinion on the matter, but it does seem annoying, how people assume so much about each other and stuff..." Made her glad she was just sentient plasma, really. And even she applied a gender to herself, though she didn't really care THAT much about it. Just it was more fun that way. "It is quite the fun place to play, I can't argue, though. Want to show me around?" she asked brightly after a moment. Lex would be fine and if it was going to be like trying to find a single bad chip in an entire network, why not take a tour until they happened to run into the fleshly sorts again? Much more interesting than just going on a boring old search... Blue continued further ahead, chirring angrily. Whatever had hurt Lex, he was going to make them regret it... Virus slipped silently up onto Lex's shoulder as Ziggy huddled by her feet, looking around uneasily. This place wasn't as much fun any more. Lex was held up a fair bit as she held Gardevoir close, letting her cry for as long as she needed, then frowned at the question. "KD60TYEK1367, yeah. I want it because it's mine. I wrote it all and it got stolen from me and..." she hesitated, then shrugged a bit helplessly. "Its not like I got much else I can really say is mine. When I write an AI program...its kinda like...I dunno. my baby. I put so much work into it, and then some asshole rips it up from under my nose..." she broke off with a frown, and then shook her head. "Whoever stole it, I mean, not your trainer. Why she ended up with it, I haven't a bloody clue. Why TR wanted it...pfft. Easier to say. It's an advanced virtual intelligence, designed to protect the OME databanks against intrusion. It was also programmed with my best tricks for breaking into systems, exactly like how I broke into the OME databanks once myself." Well, THAT was surely news, but she was already continuing. "Was my job to seal off those gaps and improve their systems in general against intrusion, plus maybe help with breaking into other stuff. That AI framework that got nabbed was based on a porygon's AI framework because having that basic framework allows for the best integration. It's why a porygon can upload and download itself into a computer and allows it to work along other programs without interfering with them." She frowned a little as she peered around a corner, shifting her grip on Gardevoir to better carry her. Speaking of porygons, where had Blue gotten off to? "If they'd gotten hold of it and finished uploading it into their own computers, they could have cracked any number of systems before the OME could do a thing about it. And had access to a system with knowledge of all the back doors into the OME computers as well." She laughed thinly. "Though, that window is long gone. NAVI? On speaker." "Hello, I am the New Algorithm Virtual Intelligence. I do prefer NAVI, though, as it flows off the tongue better. I am the security AI for the OME databanks, and I can certainly assure you that even if KD60TYEK1367 tried to hack in, he would find any and all of the back doors his programming has knowledge of locked. What Lex didn't seal, I did, and even if he managed...he'd have to get past me. And I, unlike that unfortunate soul, did not get stolen and forced into a body." The AI's voice piped crisply out of one side of Lex's glasses, distinctly feminine. "While the body grants advantages in theory, as well as the ability to enter the real world, it limits your programming into a single location, making it much easier to attack. I am quite glad my framework wasn't stolen before it could get installed properly into the computers. Unlike an AI, the framework used in this fashion allows me to be within several computers simultaneously instead of isolated into one sector." "Yeah, which is why it was useless to them as a pokemon. Or that's part of it anyhow." Lex shrugged. "In a nutshell. The OME couldn't give two shits about your little AI any more, I made 'em a new one and they didn't want a pory anyhow. TR's been smashed into bitty pieces, and as a porygon-z, your companion isn't of nearly as much use to them. Talon? Well, they got squashed as well, though I'll bet some of them are still lurking like cockroaches, and they wanted it for the same reasons as TR and are much more dangerous. I only care because I don't want some complete stranger abusing my AI." She paused a moment, wondering why she was even bothering to explain this much to Gardevoir, but then shrugged it off. What did it matter anyhow? She had to carry the psychic anyhow because she didn't tru, and it was better than silence. "And where your trainer figures in is anyone's guess. My money would be bad luck. Wrong number. That sort of thing. People in a hurry fuck up all the time. NAVI, any information there?" The AI's voice piped up, calm as crystal. "None. The police investigation turned up no information. The base had destroyed all evidence. It is also possible that the mixup was done by a Talon Agent to put the framework into their reach by sending it to a trainer outside of Team Rocket." "Ouch. Good point." Lex winced a little at that. "So yeah. Your guess is as good as mine on why you guys got it." Gremlin kept close to Absol as they headed up, flinching as the ground type patted him, more than half expecting the beast to flatten him in the process, it was obvious. The grounded nature of the water type frightened him greatly and he sparked slightly out of nerves as he followed after. The spider froze at the slight lurch, furry body fluffing out slightly as the faint thrum of power throughout the ship lessened slightly somehow. He hissed softly, mandibles clicking together before he let out another unintelligible gabble of words, waving a couple legs in the air as he tried to make it clear he hadn't done anything. Because he hadn't! This time anyway... He shot up toward the blinking light, scrabbling over the consoles and chittering uncertainly as he poked at it. He could fry it easily, but that probably wasn't going to help. But blinking lights were bad. That much he knew. Curse this barbarian language he found himself trying to learn. But the power had dropped. Something wasn't working right...he chittered again, waving at the ship, spreading his legs wide. How was he supposed to let these barbarians know that something was wrong? He didn't know what, though. He chittered again, softly, to himself as he nibbled delicately around the edges of the flashing light, sampling the power coursing through it, trying to figure out what it might mean. Edited by DarthEevee, Jul 12 2012, 03:13 PM.
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| Kyozuki | Jul 11 2012, 10:49 PM Post #20 | |
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4 ![]() So there's a chance... a real chance that Egrinain could go back to living a normal life. She'll be so glad to hear- ah! Gardevoir held up a hand to her forehead. Ooh, that memory transfer took more out of me than I realised. And no surprise, considering, Gardevoir added privately. Excuse me, I'm... I'm just going to rest for a moment, if that's alright. Resting her head against Lex's shoulder, Gardevoir let herself doze off to sleep. -------------- “Sure thing!” Banjo replied, eager to have an audience to show off to. Heading off into the airship, Banjo led FUBAR through the craft's systems. “Okay, this here's the anti-grav programs – the airship uses anti-grav generators at the base of the wings, so they need to stay balanced. This here's the sensor suite for the bridge... great fun that, wrap-around panorama, glitzy lights and everything. There's the weapon platforms over here... can't use them unfortunately, Egrinain ordered the computer to disconnect all of them. There's a whole bunch of stuff in here that I can't make sense of – some kind of decrypting doohickey, I think. And over here's the autopilot. Takes you anywhere you want with a single voice command.” Banjo paused his ramblings, making an electronic frown. Backing up a few systems, he peered at something behind a firewall. “Huh, that's odd...” he mumbled to himself. “Hey, OME gal,” Banjo called, waving FUBAR over. He was inspecting a section of the computer that dealt with the engines and aileron controls, looking curiously at a part of the system that seemed to have dropped out of step. “What do you make of this?” -------------- <Warning: Master, ahead of you.> Egrinain came to a stop, catching herself on the door frame as she came into an empty storage room somewhere in the mid decks. At the other end, a door led further into the airship. And blocking the door was a cobalt-blue Porygon-Z. “I don't think it's friendly...” Egrinain commented. Blue let out an angry trill of binary and advanced menacingly. “Definitely not friendly. KD-60, are you up for a fight?” <Excitement: Oh, I have so been looking forward to a chance to spar with a fellow synthetic.> “Alright, alright,” Egrinain said. “Just be quick, we need to find Gardevoir.” Blue let out a stream of angry chatter as KD-60 floated towards him. KD-60 held up his wings and looked down his nose at his opponent. <Challenge: Well, if you wish to compare operational statistics, I am more than happy to oblige. Show me what you categorize as “strong”.> Blue spread his wings out, summoning an icy blast that caught KD-60 and buffeted him sideways. KD-60 rolled away as the Icy Wind attack finished and realigned himself with his opponent. <Boast: You call that an ice attack?> A deep chill grew in front of KD-60, a thin disc of energy spinning in front of him as an Ice Beam attack grew to full power. <This is an ice attack.> KD-60 let the Ice Beam discharge, a pillar of blue light roaring out of the disc and slicing across the empty storage space. It slammed against the wall, the shock-wave catching Blue and knocking him down. KD-60 floated over the shiny pokemon, tilting his head as Blue sidled away from him. <Suprise: Why, I recognize that movement cycle. It's an early beta version of my own. Fascinating. This means we must be-> KD-60 broke off in mid-sentence, his body locking stiff. Blue looked up and gave a sly trill. “What's wrong?” Egrinain called as KD-60's head twitched. <S-s-t-t-a-a-t-t-u-s-s: D-d-a-a-a-n-g-g-e-r-r-o-u-u-s-s f-f-e-e-e-e-d-d-b-b-a-a-a-c-k-k l-l-o-o-o-o-o-p-p d-d-e-e-t-t-t-t-t-e-c-c-> KD-60 was cut off in mid-sentence as the Pain Split took hold, and Blue transferred the majority of his damage to his opponent. There was a hiss of static and a loud crack, and KD-60 was released from the hold, drifting back in a daze. Blue pressed the advantage, knocking him further back in a full-body tackle. The empty storage racks jangled as the duelling pokemon slammed against the wall. Forcing KD-60 underneath him, Blue launched himself up to the ceiling, before sending a crushing wave of gravitic force down to push KD-60 into the steel floor. This was followed by several blasts of icy force in quick succession. Slightly too quick as it turned out – his energy reserves depleted, Blue was forced to break off the attack, letting KD-60 regain his bearings and fly back into the air. Blue came back into the fray, a Psybeam gathering at his nose as he aimed at the pink Porygon-Z <Observation: You have a disproportionate amount of emotional drive for a synthetic life-form. I wonder what could have caused that?> KD-60 shifted to the left, not a single limb moving as he did so. Blue's cone of psychic force missed by a centimetre, and KD-60 began to orbit his opponent, keeping himself locked at a level altitude. <Hypothesis: No doubt you developed some base code flaws during your development cycle and your master kept them out of... sentimentality.> Even through the clinical, robotic voice, KD-60's distaste for the word came through. <Judgement: You must surely run simulations of alternative master configurations on the days she becomes especially tiresome.> That seemed to hit a nerve. Blue responded with an enraged shriek of binary and a crackling ball of energy suddenly swelled in front of his nose. Spinning round like a discus thrower, Blue flung the orb at KD-60, three-pronged energies of the Tri-Attack sparking off the orb in a shower of light as it caught KD-60 full in the chest. The pink Porygon-Z tumbled backwards a few times, coming to rest upside-down. He stayed there for a while, stunned, before snapping his head around to look directly at Blue. <Appraisal: Your load time is well optimised,> KD-60 commented as his body swivelled around his immobile head, lining up with it. <and your projectile speed is adequate. However, your damage parameters are set too low. Allow me to demonstrate a more efficient setting.> KD-60 fanned out his wings and tail into a tripod arrangement. Three balls of light, each a different colour, formed in front of his head, arcs of lightning holding them together in a triangle. There was a crackle, a tang of ozone in the air, and then the Tri-Attack was launched, flashing down at Blue. A fiery explosion slammed him against the wall of the storage room, before a wave of intense cold pulled him back into the center of the attack. Blue looked up in confusion, barely seeing the lightning before it arced out of the ceiling and slammed him down into the floor, unconscious. <Status: Target is neutralised, Master. Sustained damage to my systems is significant, but not severe. It is curious – I observed a number of patterns in the synthetic's sub-routines that mirrored my own. It is certain we share the same coder. I would even go so far as to theorize that this Porygon-Z represents an earlier iteration of my own framework. Realization: That is why this OME operative has infiltrated your airship, Master – he is my creator, and he wishes to reclaim me.> “Fascinating,” Egrinain said tersely. “Anyway, that pokemon won't have been wandering the corridor on its own, its trainer will be-” Egrinain stopped short as the OME operative came round the corner, with Gardevoir's limp form draped in his arms. Egrinain's mouth pressed into a thin, straight line, fist clenching in fear and anger. She didn't know how he'd overpowered Gardevoir, or what he intended to do with his hostage, but he'd live to regret the decision to capture her. “Don't you dare...” Egrinain growled. “Don't you DARE try to steal her!” <Interjection: Awaiting orders Master, may I treat the intruder as hostile?> “Treat him like a punching bag.” Egrinain replied, folding her arms as KD-60 swept in front of her, the Porygon-Z's form blurring slightly as he rearranged his programming to a new configuration. <Greeting: Good day to you, my creator. It saddens me that our first meeting must be on such bad terms. If only you had thought to encode root access privileges in my programming before it was appropriated, you might be able to override my Master's commands.> KD-60 folded back his wings, an arc of electricity leaping between the tips as he charged up an attack. <But then again, I am programmed for loyalty, so I do not actually wish that were true.> -------------- “You know, I think he's trying to tell us something,” Absol said as the three pokemon crowded around the console where Gremlin sat, yammering away like mad. “Something about the ship?” Farrell asked. “Well, he keeps pointing at this panel over here...” Jerome peered at the panel. “Honestly, why can't they just label things? Let's see it's uh... a picture of a bird.... on top of a map of a beach.” “A beach?” Absol asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, I think it's a beach – look, one half of the circle's blue, the other's an orangey colour.” “Sand isn't orange.” “Well, bang goes that theory...” “Maybe it's a horizon?” “That'd make sense... but then why is it tilted off to the side like that instead of flat?...” Edited by Kyozuki, Jul 14 2012, 03:56 PM.
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| DarthEevee | Jul 18 2012, 02:56 PM Post #21 | |
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5 You did Blue a fair amount of justice indeed, and I like how you played out the fight, no worries. And bother, for forgetting something before I left town. I thought I'd bought that for Blue, but it seems I didn't. Current account balance is 62,375. 7,500 for Pain Split leaves me with 54,875. Since this is in Misthenge, where such is possible, I shall say I did that because I shoulda done it already. Unless someone wants to cry foul. FUBAR looked around in fascination, moving off a little ways to explore some of the circuitry with a great deal of interest. This place was a gold mine, a place of wonders. Infinite possibilities, and just about anything you could imagine to possess...she listened with half an ear to his explanations, filing them away attentively in that section as the rest of her marveled at the playhouse they were in. It was quite the home he had, indeed. However, she snapped to attention at 'OME gal,' darting over to join him in the blink of an eye, frowning as she focused her own attention on the systems. “That...would be a problem.” All her own playful demeanor fell away like shattered glass as she quickly tried to get the systems back into synch. “Feedback error, death loop spiral. If it doesn't synch back up, this whole system's gonna fail eventually. Bloody software...” It wasn't her fault, really. Was it? “Where's Blue when you need him anyhow?” she grumbled as she found herself thrown out of the system. “Abort and Fail ain't options...” Lex's rotom looked over at Banjo. “I think we're gonna need to see if we can't find somebody, because this is bad.” Gremlin skittered over to look at the systems, having little more clue than the others on the system's situation, but it didn't look like it was supposed to do that. And the light was still blinking, the power fluxuating oddly. He gabbled again, and skittered off the controls, vanishing under the console entirely, burying his fangs into the nearest power cord with a soft hiss. It was getting power, so that wasn't the problem...he squealed abruptly and fell back as the power fluctuated slightly. Oh dear...he clicked his mandibles together and shot back out like a cannon. With a flailing of limbs he gesticulated wildly. This was a problem somehow, but he didn't know how. The power wasn't balancing itself properly. He pointed left as he gabbled in the strange tongue, giving up entirely on his tiny smattering of good Opadekkan he knew, and sparked, then pointed the opposite way, sparking again, but discharging much less energy. And with that, he shot off and away, heading out of the cockpit. All he could think of was to try to drain something somewhere to try to balance it but that wasn't going to be enough... Lex sighed softly, adjusting her grip to let the psychic be as comfortable as possible. “Yeah, s'okay.” She sighed softly as she looked around. Blue was nowhere to be seen really. Virus had remained quiet the entire time, half hidden in her hair and draped over the other shoulder, brows furrowed in thought. Ziggy chirruped questioningly as he paced alongside, looking at Gardevoir in bemusement. “She'll be okay, Zig.” Lex didn't add the 'At least, I think she will' that popped into her head and sighed again. “Damn sight better than me, really.” She didn't actually live through it and that would be a useful buffer. She blinked as she nearly stumbled into the wall. Ziggy tilted his head in confusion as she righted herself. That relay musta taken more out of her than she thought. The ship had seemed to tilt around her for a moment there. “Really, I'm more worried about Blue at this point. He shouldn'ta run off like that. I'm sure he couldn't have gotten too far a-” She froze as she rounded a corner, straight into Egrinain and KD, blinking in surprise. “-head.” How..? Ziggy's angry bark as he bounded over to nose the unconscious shape on the floor drove anything that Egrinain was saying out of her head. “Blue!” She stared for a moment, then whirled to glare at the two offenders. “You..!” She would have pointed if it weren't for her burden. Instead, Lex clutched Gardevoir closer, backing up a few paces. Paradoxically enough, it looked almost like she was getting ready to shield the psychic from her own companions assault, as opposed to trying to hold her hostage. She let out a harsh bark of laughter at the program's cocky assertion, snapping right back, "You really think I didn't set up back-doors..." The arrogant little program was going to have another thing coming if he thought she wasn't prepared. Granted, it was going to be hard to do much with her arms full of sleeping psychic, though. “Seriously, we're back to the look before you leap philosophy so soon?” Lex blinked, startled out of her own fury by the snapped comment from her shoulder as Virus sprang from her shoulder into the air, toward KD-60. “I thought we'd established that was a stupid move a few corners ago.” “She started it,” Lex couldn't help but mumble automatically as the snivy whirled midair, unleashing a veritable storm of leaves as KD unleashed his own initial attack. The assault was brutal to both pokemon, but perversely, the strain of the attack seemed to invigorate rather than tire the little grass pokemon. “We had actually been trying to return her to you, thank you very much for attacking u-” She grunted as KD's attack knocked the wind out of her and slammed her into the wall, sliding down it as she glowed brightly, eyes fixing upon the offending pokemon. “So very rude...” She sprang again, lightly, drawing upon the remainder of the digital creation's life force as Ziggy crackled sharply and unleashed a bolt of electricity upwards with a growl. Lex opened and closed her mouth a few times, at a loss at her own pokemon's actions, holding Gardevoir protectively against her chest, making sure nothing came near to hurting her. More senseless bloody violence...she sat down abruptly, eyes closing as she sagged slightly. She was so tired... “Virus, Ziggy, enough.” The two pokemon pulled back abruptly. The faint plea was as soft as teardrops in a well of silence, but the two pokemon ceased their hostilities immediately. Each backed up to flank Lex as she opened her eyes and looked up at Egrinain, expression hardening, as her grip tightened on Gardevoir a moment, then relaxed. “I'm sick of the stupid senseless bloody violence. Your move.” Ziggy chirred softly as he gently deposited Blue into her lap, watching warily. Edited by DarthEevee, Jul 26 2012, 09:00 PM.
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| Kyozuki | Jul 26 2012, 09:19 PM Post #22 | |
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4 ![]() "I'm sick of the stupid senseless bloody violence. Your move" "Move?" Egrinain asked with a small resigned smile. "What move?" Egrinain came over to KD-60, and picked up his limp form. Cradling him in one arm, she lowered herself down to a cross-legged position and unclipped his pokeball. Recalling the Porygon-Z, she put her hands in her lap and looked over at Lex. "I'm not exactly a master trainer - KD-60 is about twice as powerful as any of my pokemon... even if they weren't running around the ship on their own, I probably wouldn't last long. Besides, you have Gardevoir - you can basically dictate terms at this point." Egrinain looked at KD-60's pokeball, turning it over a few times. Finally, she gave a short "hmmf" of amusement and shook her head. "Months of trying to run away and hide, and all I have to show for it is a stolen AI and an airship that'll be enough to get me locked away for life." Egrinain sighed. "Alright, I give up - cart me off to whatever cell the OME's got reserved for me." Whuh?... Gardevoir mumbled, as she stirred awake. What's this about cells? -------------- There was a flash of light, and Banjo jumped out the bridge console, looking around as FUBAR followed. "That's weird, there's no-one here either." Banjo scratched his head in confusion as he got ready to re-enter the computer and try another room. "Where the heck is everybody? -------------- Above Misthenge, the smooth fog cover shifted, wafting around in a lazy circle as something large within the fog stirred the air currents. Edited by Kyozuki, Jul 27 2012, 02:00 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Jul 28 2012, 12:55 PM Post #23 | |
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3 (42 current tally in this thread up to this post.)Lex raised a brow, and decided against commenting that Virus was the only pokemon she owned that seemed on par with KD's level of power, herself. Blue had been her other decently powerful pokemon, and he was down. Zig was just a swiss army knife, but not exactly powerful, and Deuce was more transport than fighter. Though with training, he'd be formidable...oh well. With a sigh, she recalled her own porygon. "I dictate terms?" she began, but was interrupted as Egrinain humphed softly and spoke again. The hacker's second brow joined the first as she listened, and then snorted softly as Gardevoir stirred, looking down at the psychic cradled in her lap. For a moment, there was genuine concern writ upon her face, but then she snorted softly. "Your trainer's being a twit," she replied to Gardevoir's comment. "Sorry, but she is. You gonna be okay?" she asked, and there was concern in her voice as well, as she stood up, marching over to Egrinain. "You want my terms? Fine. First, forget the damn cells already. OME doesn't give a shit about you. You're small potatoes since that Mallory guy tool the fall for the mess and I wrote a better program for their security systems." She'd never bought that the guy had been the mastermind. He didn't smell like a Rocket operative, let alone Talon. But it wasn't her job or business to question the intelligence officers. "Second, you take your pokemon here, make sure she's all right." Gardevoir was either gently placed into Egrinain's arms or set very carefully on her feet beside the other girl. Lex dusted her hands off and backed off, brows furrowing as she tilted her head a little. "She's been through a lot, and it wasn't pretty. Sorry." Lex even sounded like she meant the apology. Mostly anyhow. An uneasy glance was shot toward Gardevoir, that was quickly turned into a scan of the hallway, trying to pretend she wasn't worried about anything. But she didn't really want to have her history just shared out everywhere. She'd been working to try to bury the damn thing, really. "Third, you've got my Gremlin around here somewhere, and I'd like him back." Lex picked Ziggy up into her arms and scratched lightly under his chin. The linoone purred happily, stretching his head out, blue eyes closing in bliss at the attention. "Little yellow bug about yay long, very sparky. Hitchhiked up here on your boots, probably, when you ran off." Lex held her fingers a few inches apart, indicating something that would comfortably fit on the palm of one hand. Something else was bothering her about the picture as she glanced back toward the pair, brows furrowing, before she shook her head. "I'd also kinda like my AI back, but I don't know that's going to fly all that well. Loyalty programs are a bitch. I don't know that I really want to..." She eyed Egrinain, then shook her head, head tiling a bit more as she shifted her weight uncertainly. "Maybe if you...I mean...er. Is it just me or is everything...tilted?" Her head tilted a bit more, brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to make the walls line up properly, attention shifting off Egrinain and her psychic with a frown of confusion. FUBAR wasn't far behind Banjo, and looked very worried indeed as the cockpit proved empty. Her gaze flicked over the dials, and then she dove into the controls, trying to wrestle them back into order. Errors flared like little jags of pain along the circuitry she possessed, and she winced, jetting herself back out. "Er..." She looked at the systems rather guiltily. Those circuits they had been messing with really couldn't be that important, could they? "...maybe try to backtrack...you able to find the lounge? I know what door Lex was heading out of..." She shook off the guilt. They couldn't have been, or Banjo wouldn't have mucked around with them, right? But then...this thing was so complicated... "Or...maybe where we started our little game..?" Then again, she had no idea what she really had messed around with in the circuits...did he? Edited by DarthEevee, Aug 18 2012, 08:06 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Aug 9 2012, 05:59 PM Post #24 | |
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4 ![]() "She's been through a lot, and it wasn't pretty. Sorry." "What do you mean?" Egrinain demanded, looking with concern at the Gardevoir cradled in her arms. I got a bit more than I bargained for, Gardevoir supplied weakly. "What do you mean? How did she manage to get the better of you?" Well, I went into her mind to dredge up some bad memories to use against her and- "Yes?" Egrinain asked as Gardevoir stopped in mid-sentence and looked back at Lex. Gardevoir mulled over the problem in her mind. Normally she'd share details with Egrinain without a second thought, but what Lex had been through... she couldn't reveal that. Not to anyone. Not even Egrinain. ...and well, I forgot that just because I'm going into someone's mind doesn't mean they can't sneak up behind me and knock me out. Gardevoir finished. Egrinain looked at her curiously. There had been this odd... closed feeling from Gardevoir when she'd said that. It was something Egrinain hadn't ever sensed from her before. It quite disconcerting. "...Maybe if you...I mean...er. Is it just me or is everything...tilted?" "Hmmm?" Egrinain looked around at the room. "Actually now you mention it... it does feel a little odd in here. Computer, you there?" "Yes, Captain?" "Is the ship tilting to one side at the moment?" "Yes, Captain." "...is it supposed to be tilting to one side?" "No, Captain." "...so why is it tilting?" "Automatic stabilization systems were compromised by a rolling power fluctuation approximately eight minutes ago. Self-diagnostics are unable to compensate, and we have entered a slow spiralling descent." "...and you didn't tell me this, why exactly?" "When I attempted to communicate the information, you intructed me not to tell you." Egrinain put her head in her hands and rubbed her temples. "Bloody, bloody computers..." Egrinain muttered under her breath. "What do we need to do to fix it?" "Currently, there is nothing that can be done," the computer replied. "Stabilization of our flight path would require a cold restart of the secondary port engine, a procedure that requires at least three crew members." "Can't the pokemon help?" "Only those pokemon with opposable digits and approximately humanoid physiques." "Just Gardevoir then," "Correct, Captain. In addition, opening access to the engine compartment would be inadvisable while a hostile individual is still present on the ship." "That might not be a problem anymore..." Egrinain said, looking up at Lex. "How long do we have to fix the problem?" "The Glissando is currently at an altitude of 1500 metres. You have 5 minutes, 38 seconds before it becomes impossible to recover from the spiral." "Come on," Egrinain said to Lex, getting up off the floor. "We'll sort this out later, right now I need your help. Computer, send a general call out to the ship, get all the pokemon to meet us in the engine room." "Yes, Captain." -------------- "Attention all pokemon - ship emergency. The captain has ordered all pokemon to report to the engine room. I repeat, all pokemon report to the engine room." "Gee, we'll make sure to head that direction!" Farrell snapped at the intercom as the trio of pokemon chased Gremlin down the gantryways that lead down into the engine rooms. "Do you think he actually knows where he's going?" Absol asked. "He's got a better idea than us, that's for sure," Farell repiled. -------------- "Engine room?" Banjo poked his head into a nearby computer terminal to look through the computer system. "Oh... uh-oh," Banjo came back out into the real world with a worried expression on his face. "Say uh... we need to get our stories straight. If anyone asks, we haven't been anywhere near the guidance systems, okay?" Edited by Kyozuki, Aug 24 2012, 06:08 PM.
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| DarthEevee | Aug 30 2012, 10:39 AM Post #25 | |
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3 (LP tally:46)Lex's expression didn't flicker in the slightest as Gardevoir flat out lied about what happened, but the empath would be unable to miss the surge of relief at that. The hacker really didn't want to advertise her past. And if someone even thought about giving her a pitying look or saying how sorry they were for what had happened, she would break their nose. Still, there were more important things to worry about. Lex's brows rose a bit as she listened to the argument between AI and Egrinain. Captain, really? Her brows furrowed slightly, and she snorted at the look given as the ship spoke of enemies. "Pfeh. This goes down, I'm kinda screwed too, y'know. I'm rather fond of the whole living thing, personally." That was even assuming she really was still an enemy. At this point, she mostly wanted to be sure that her own AI was doing all right by this person. It was even more obvious than ever that despite the ship this girl wasn't a Rocket, let alone Talon. And that really was what mattered in the end. "Your psychic friend there can vouch that I don't intend to go carting anyone off to prison or the like, tho, so yeah." If that made them feel better. It was true, anyhow. Her expression tightened slightly as she heard the time limit. Five minutes? Lovely. "Blue...damn." She remembered belatedly that the program was unconscious. "Going to have to try to deal with this the hard way, then. NAVI, think you can lend a hand? Metaphorically speaking, of course," she added hurriedly, not wanting the AI to comment about not having any. She didn't have time for the AI to get snippy. "We shall have to see. If the Glissando will allow me to uplink, I can see what the two of us can figure out, anyhow." The distinctly feminine voice piped out of one side of Lex's glasses, and Lex glanced toward Egrinain questioningly as she gestured for the other trainer to lead the way to the engine room. "This is also assuming they would trust a military AI with access to their databanks, admittedly." "You're to keep everything on MY personal computer, and not a single file is to be put into the OME database. I told you that already." Lex wasn't in the mood as she snapped at the AI. "Of course, and I am, but they don't necessarily have any reason to trust our word. I was merely pointing it out..." The hacker sighed. "Right...we were just in the lounge and looking at all the decryption stuff. Nothing to do with anti-grav or navigation at all..." FUBAR sparked uneasily, then called a map up on the screen after the announcement was finished, though not one that the humans would find much use. After a moment, a pathway amongst the ship's circuitry lit up. "If we want to get to the engine room to see about helping, that's the fastest route, I think. It may take a couple minutes to navigate, though...there's a coupla security points we may need to hack to get through," she said to Banjo, quickly burying any vestiges of guilt under the need to see about keeping this thing from crashing. After a moment of hesitation, she retreated from the ships controls, trying to make sure she left them exactly as they'd been when she invaded. She hesitated, glancing to Banjo worriedly, before she dove into the wiring and flitted off. Edited by DarthEevee, Sep 10 2012, 05:14 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Sep 6 2012, 11:58 PM Post #26 | |
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3 (Lex hasn't had a chance to do much beyond tag along with the story so far, so here, have a chance to affect the final outcome. I've left the 'solution' fairly clear, but if you fancy a little bit of heroic embellishment, or dramatic complications...)“2 minutes, 26 seconds remaining,” the computer mentiond helpfully as Egrinain entered the engine room. A thick, heavy-set turbine casing took up the majority of the space, a faint glow coming from within the engine as it buzzed with power. "Alright, we're here, what do we do?" Egrinain asked. "Flip the circuit breakers along the left wall." "Done," Egrinain said as Lex and her pokemon arrived. The high-pitched rumble of the turbine whistled down in pitch, chugging noisily as the magnets inside brought the turbine to a stop. "What next?" "Turn the circuit breakers back to their default position and take up position at the console on the far right corner of the room." "What about the other two?" "The console in the near left corner must be manned to monitor the subsystems, while a third person manually shunts the voltage being supplied to the turbine." The three set to work, following the computers instructions as they rebooted the system. There was a burst of static lightning, and two Rotoms pinballed out of the now silent turbine. A shudder ran through the ship as the floor tilted further to the side, and the faintest hint of rotation began to make itself felt. "Spiral velocity has increased, descent unchanged," the computer intoned. An all-too familiar chime rang out, then the computer continued. "Attention: primary energy coupling failure. Reboot impossible. Preparing crash-landing protocols." "What? No!" Egrinain cried. "No, we still have time!" "Negative, captain - the turbine requires a high voltage current to provide the initial angluar impulse needed to achieve full rotational velocity. The standard couplings have failed and cannot be reconnected in time." "Uh.... that was totally her!" Banjo said, pointing at FUBAR as Gremlin and the remainder of Egrinain's pokemon arrived. Egrinain held her head in her hands, mind frozen in panic. "What do I do? There has to be a way out of this, there has to be!" Edited by Kyozuki, Sep 7 2012, 06:55 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Oct 18 2012, 03:51 PM Post #27 | |
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5 (I am veryveryvery sorry for the long delay. *headdesk* Inspirational fail.)Lex bounded to the third console, fingers flying over the keys as she followed the computer's orders, eyes flicking over the screen with an intent expression, as if the rest of the universe had ceased to exist. Her expression darkened slightly as she watched the systems, one hand grabbing at the edge of the console as the ship tilted again, keeping her in front of it as the other continued to dart across the controls. She looked up as Banjo and FUBAR tumbled into sight, and narrowed her eyes as the screen flickered a moment. “Bloody hell...” she muttered, fingers scrambling to try to compensate for their barreling through the system. “Oh, right, blame the girl, real smooth. I was following you. Trust a MAN to take a wrong turn and refuse to admit it. Never want to ask for directions, either,” the other rotom huffed indignantly, gaze flicking over as Gremlin scuttled for the one turbine. “Don't even think about it, scuttlebutt,” Lex growled warningly at the spider and he stopped dead, hissing softly at her. The hacker frowned, looking back down to the console, continuing to flick her free hand over the console. A moment later, however, she looked back up as Egrinain practically wailed. “Oh, for fuck's sake. Get outta the way, now!” she snarled and lunged at the console the other human had been working at. “Grem, back off and start charging up, we need that power to stay put. Standby and be ready when I need you.” The small spider hissed and backed away from the working turbine, sparks crackling wildly over his furry back as he scuttled over to Lex. “Forty-nine seconds remaining,” the computer chimed in at that moment and Lex snarled. “Emergency landing protocols...” “Shut up, I know! Fubs, flip the fourth and seventh breakers back off, the two of you fried those. Need 'em disconnected or it's gonna just fry again, now!” The rotom squeaked and dove into the breaker box, a couple of the switches flipping back off again a second later as the ship listed even further. She scrambled to reroute the remaining power couplings to provide power. “Twenty-three seconds until crash landing is unavoidable. I recommend bracing for impact.” “We ain't crashing yet. Almost got it...” Lex yelped as the ship shuddered violently, and clutched at the console. “Just a couple more circuits to close...” “Twelve seconds...” She didn't need to hear that as the other turbines started to whine in their attempts to compensate. She slammed her hand down on the final codes as the ship twisted again. “Gremlin, now!” The spider needed no further urging, hissing and scrambling across the floor. He crackled madly as he sunk his little fangs into one of the cables leading into the turbine, a burst of static making everyone's hair stand on end a moment later as he discharged all the energy he'd stored up recklessly into the systems. Edited by DarthEevee, Nov 8 2012, 03:22 PM.
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| Kyozuki | Oct 23 2012, 11:04 PM Post #28 | |
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4 (A state I can relate to v_v)There was a buzz of statically charged air, a low echoing "clunk!", and the turbine shuddered into life. The tilting floor lurched, reversing its incline as the anti-grav generators bit into the air, killing the spin and arresting the vertical fall. The pitch from the turbine slid up into its usual high-pitched whine, and the computer gave a musical chime. "Attention, generator has been restored to functionality, crash procedures aborted." "Oh thank Arceus..." Egrinain breathed, leaning against the wall. "Computer, new rule - when you're alerting me of something that threatens the safety of the ship and I say shut up, don't listen to me." "Standing order added to log," the computer replied. "Now take us back up to two kilometres and hold steady. And I'll need directions to the lounge." "Exit the turbine housing and turn left," the computer intoned as the Glissando began to ascend. "Proceed along access corridor and take the second ladder on your right..." -------------- "So," Egrinain said, settling into one of the crimson cube-like sofas in the central lounge. "I guess we should sort this out. The whole stolen AI thing, that is." She pulled out her set of pokeballs, looking out the large bay window that wrapped across fully half of the lounge, giving a view of the dim, psychedelic oil-slick formed by the boundary of the stealth field. "Unfortunately I'm going to have to get into a pokemon center to revive him, so I can't ask KD's opinion on the matter: he's always bemoaning the fact that I try to avoid fights, but I'd like to think he wants to stay with me." Your guess is as good as mine, Gardevoir said, sitting down on the couch next to Egrinain. Artificial minds are... difficult to read. Not enough emotional ground to grab hold of, so to speak. "Oy!" Jerome called from the kitchen. "Who's been into the fridge? Hey, OME person, Lex, did you nick something while you were up here?" "Now that's a bit rich," Egrinain called, "calling the guy who came after our stolen piece of software a thief." Girl, Gardevoir said automatically. "Sorry?" Egrinain said looking at Gardevoir. Girl, Gardevoir replied. You said guy. "That's because I was talking about Lex." Exactly. Gardevoir looked at the curious looks she was getting from Egrinain's pokemon. Are you telling me I'm the only one who noticed? Egrinain raised an eyebrow at Gardevoir, then looked over at Lex. "Wait..." she peered closer, then opened her mouth in astonishment. "Oh my goodness, you're right, he IS a girl! Oh, I am so sorry, I've just been assuming you were - well, y'know..." Edited by Kyozuki, Oct 25 2012, 03:39 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Nov 8 2012, 03:22 PM Post #29 | |
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3 ![]() Virus skittered over to swarm up Jerome and use his head as a perch to survey the fridge's contents. “Ziggy went after all the shiny bottlecaps, so no,” she commented idly, as the linoone in question watched the cabinet warily, growling, muttering and letting out the occasional bark as he paced back and forth a safe five feet away. Lex, for her part, rolled her eyes at the accusation from the marshtomp. “Yeah, thought I'd stop for a snack while people were threatening to kill me.” There wasn't any actual heat in the mild sarcasm, as her eyes flicked from Gardevoir to Egrinain and back. A mildly disgruntled, and yet also satisfied, expression flickered across her face at the discussion. “Guilty as charged, and don't apologize.” She waved a hand dismissively, position shifting slightly from a slouch to a more proper seat, lines in her face softening slightly as she dropped at least part of her mask. “If anything, I'm flattered you thought so, since that was kind of my goal. Unfortunately your friend there isn't so easily fooled.” A mock-annoyed look was sent Gardevoir's way. The hacker reached up to brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, and straightened up her shirt a bit more, then stretched a bit, and it was obvious at that point that she really was female, as she dropped her arms and folded them across her chest. “I'd say I was sorry for tricking you like that, but I'm not. I...much prefer if people think of me as a guy, honestly.” There wasn't a word of elaboration why, but another, much more unreadable look was sent toward Gardevoir, through half-closed eyes. All those secrets buried under the calm exterior stirred for a moment, then she shook her head abruptly, shifting her pose again, and suddenly the feminine appearance shattered, leaving her looking more like a boy again. It was her best defense against the memories, the strongest patch she could put over the wound to keep it from tearing open again. But except for Gardevoir, perhaps, none of the others would have noticed even a tremor in her outward expression. “But...KD, yeah. The loyalty protocols on that AI have clearly been rewritten in the process of turning it into a pory, probably when you registered him as yours fixed 'em in place. A trade might transfer 'em over to me again...but...” Lex's gaze dropped into her lap, where she was cradling a pokeball of her own like it was fine china. “I really don't need another pory, either. Blue would have conniptions.” A sly sort of grin flitted across her face as she eyed Egrinain thoughtfully a moment. “You promise to take good care of him and I'll leave him with you. The OME's got NAVI, now, they don't need KD, and as a pory, he's useless now anyhow for that purpose.” Lex studied the ceiling quietly a moment. “However, you do anything that causes him harm and I find out about it, there isn't a place in the universe you are going to be able to hide from me where I won't find you eventually.” A pause, then she smiled a little, and shrugged. “Consider him adopted, if you will.” Her AIs were her babies. And no one hurt her babies. But she wasn't going to say that out loud. |
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| Kyozuki | Nov 10 2012, 05:11 AM Post #30 | |
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(Intending to do the whole "Gardevoir does something to help Lex" thing in the next post after Egrinain and Lex have parted ways) 4 ![]() “Guilty as charged, and don't apologize. If anything, I'm flattered you thought so." Egrinain gave a friendly smile "Unfortunately your friend there isn't so easily fooled.” Gardevoir gave a shrug. Hey - Psychic, what can I say? And in any case, Lex's memories left the question of her gender... extremely unambiguous. "I...much prefer if people think of me as a guy, honestly.” "Guy, girl," Jerome piped up from the fridge. "Heck, I have to rely on whether they're wearing a skirt, most of the time." "Well I can tell the difference just fine," Farrell stated, giving her wings a diffident flutter. "Sure, sure," Jerome replied, waving a fin off-handedly. "What do you mean by that?" Farrell asked sharply. "Nothin'" "Don't you "nothing" me mister, I've been part of this team almost as long as you, and I will not put up with..." The two pokemon continued their banter as Lex decided what to do about KD-60. Egrinain nodded in agreement as Lex laid things out. "Can't say fairer than that," Egrinain said in agreement. "And really, thank-you - if I hadn't heard otherwise, I'd probably have spent the next year wondering when the OME was going to come after me in my sleep." Egrinain leaned back and gave a happy sigh. "Honestly, I am going to feel so incredibly relieved the next time I step outside." She got to her feet coming up to Lex with a friendly smile. "Sorry we couldn't meet under more normal circumstances, but I'm glad it all worked out in the end. And once again, thank-you." She went to give Lex a hug, but stopped in mid-movement as Gardevoir put a cautionary hand on her shoulder. Just a handshake, Gardevoir said simply. Egrinain frowned - Gardevoir's mind had suddenly felt... closed. Like before, when she'd talked about her run-in with Lex. Slightly confused, Egrinain turned back and held out a hand instead. "I need to head back to the pokemon center anyway," Egrinain continued as they shook hands. "How about you teleport down with us? Assuming you're up for a double teleport?" Egrinain looked back at Gardevoir. Child's play, Gardevoir replied, plumpfing her hair and giving a smug smile. Edited by Kyozuki, Nov 10 2012, 05:12 AM.
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| DarthEevee | Nov 19 2012, 08:53 PM Post #31 | |
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3 ![]() Ziggy sneezed, finally turning away from the tauntingly close and so dangerously protected bottlecaps and sparkly glass bottles to watch Jerome and Farell banter. "You two are so cute!" he declared after a long pause, then shot over to wrap around Lex's ankles, giggling. His trainer frowned down at him, then recalled the badger before he caused any more trouble. And he honestly meant it, too. He never says anything he doesn't mean. But that was a bit beside the point. Lex raised a brow at the pokemon speech, but since Virus wasn't translating, she had no idea what it was all about. "A ride back down to the center would be appreciated, yeah. I could get back on Deuce, but he hates flying in the fog." It was indeed a very good thing that Gardevoir cautioned Egrinain, but it was very hard to tell since Lex didn't so much as twitch as the other girl came over. But yes, there would have been physical harm at hugging. Strangers hugging her, bad. For the stranger, that was. And sure, she knew a bit more about this girl now, but that didn't relegate her into the 'okay with hugging me' category. Honestly, that was pretty much an empty folder at the moment to be completely honest. Unless you counted pokemon, and even then, most of hers really weren't big enough to give proper hugs that would count. She accepted the hand with fair equanimity, and nodded. "No worries. And like I said. You take good care of him, okay?" She seemed quite adamant on that point, as she glanced toward Gardevoir almost uncertainly. "And you're positive the teleport thing is going to work all right? I'd hate to leave half of myself behind." Popping around was a little less of a certain thing to her than the whole wings thing, but she'd trust the psychic if she said she could do it. "Should I recall Virus, too, also?" The lizard would be safe that way, at least, but...she kinda wanted at least some company she knew if she could get away with it. |
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| Kyozuki | Nov 19 2012, 09:55 PM Post #32 | |
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3 ![]() "So long as he stays more-or-less still," Gardevoir said with a smile. She extended a hand to Lex, letting her get a solid hold, before slipping herself and her passengers into the ether with a thought. -------------- Nurse Joy gave a slight jump as Gardevoir winked into existence in front of the counter. "You know, most psychics have the common courtesy to teleport outside the front door and walk in," she jokingly chided, wagging a finger at Gardevoir. Ah, but is it courtesy, or lack of talent? Gardevoir replied, drinking in the surge of pleasant surprise washing in from the other trainers in the center, soured only by a small stab of disapproval at her vanity from a Reuniclus in the corner. "Just a quick checkup today, thanks," Egrinain said, bringing out her pokeballs. "Gardevoir, you gonna go through too?" Yes, I think I could do with a quick boost, Gardevoir said as Egrinain brought out her pokeball. "I've never been able to decide how to ask my pokemon to get in their pokeballs for the pokemon center," Egrinain remarked as she handed the tray over to Nurse Joy. "Guess I just don't have the trainer mentality or something." -------------- Well, this is where we part ways, I suppose," Egrinain said as she stepped out of the pokemon center, her pokemon healed up and rested. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of KD. I haven't had him for long, but he's already earned his place. Granted, we barely ever do anything he wants, but then what he wants usually consists of taking the violent option, so... yeah." Egrinain gave a wave and put a hand around Gardevoir's shoulder. "See you around." The scenery warped and twisted out of existence, before being replaced by the interior of the airship. "Right, we should do a check of the systems, make sure nothing's broken before we head off." Just a moment, Gardevoir said, putting a hand on Egrinain's shoulder. Before we leave, there's one last thing I want to take care of. With your permission? Egrinain looked at Gardevoir. There it was again – that strange, 'closed' feeling. Gardevoir was holding something back. Egrinain would just have to trust that Gardevoir had her reasons. “Okay,” Egrinain said, nodding. Gardevoir nodded her own head in thanks, then snapped out of existence. -------------- Gardevoir appeared in Misthenge, twirling round as the mist was displaced by her sudden appearance. Looking round, she caught sight of Lex's silhouette walking away. Wait! Gardevoir called, gliding after her. Lex either didn't hear or was ignoring her. Alexis, please, wait. That seemed to make her stop in her tracks. Gardevoir came up to Lex as she turned around. Even now, Gardevoir couldn't tell that the expressionless face was a facade. Lex hid her emotions incredibly well – even from herself. Before you go, Gardevoir began, I just... I want to apologize for what I did. If I'd had the slightest idea of what you'd been through... Gardevoir swallowed as the memory of the experience surfaced, ...I just wanted to make peace before we parted ways. And perhaps do something more. Gardevoir tentatively raised a hand, gently extending her mind into Lex's. I didn't just get your childhood memories. I experienced your childhood emotions. Your feelings and fears. There was one feeling that shone out above the others... a profound sense of worthlessness. Gardevoir's eyelids tightened slightly, stemming the tears of pity as best she could. You really look at yourself as worthless, don't you? I wish I could convince you otherwise – undo the hurt. But that would mean going back into that.... time. Gardevoir closed her eyes briefly and shivered. The experience of Lex's memories pouring onto her exposed mind was still fresh; this was not going to be easy. I'm not strong or skilled enough to heal the damage you were dealt. And even if I was... I couldn't face all those memories again. I'm not brave enough. Still... Gardevoir placed her hand on Lex's forehead, closing her eyes as she concentrated. Even if it's only temporary, she murmured. And even if the memory isn't yours... you deserve to feel what it is to be loved. -------------- The little Ralts sat curled up on her mother's lap, the female Gardevoir crooning softly as her mate returned from the evening's search for food. The Ralts put out a pair of eager hands as her father held out a small sprig of oran berries. Not the whole thing, sweetie, her mother chided as the Ralts tried to grab the entire bunch. One at a time, or you'll get a stomach-ache. Ralts pulled off one of the berries and lay back in her mother's arms, munching into the sweet fruit. Her father leaned in, taking his daughter in his hands and lifting her up. Ralts gave a big grin, and tried to swat her father's chest horn with the half-eaten remains of the berry. Levitating the morsel clear, the male gave a smile and a shake of his head, before drawing his daughter in to his shoulder. The gesture was not merely symbolic. As their heads leaned together, the male Gardevoir imparted exactly how he felt into his child's mind. Joy that she was growing up so healthy and happy. Concern about whether he was being a good enough father. Pride at what she could become... but even more pride at what she was. She was the child of his mate, his legacy to the world... and his own daughter. His own, precious, irreplaceable daughter. And he loved her. -------------- Gardevoir concentrated as she imprinted the memory into Lex's mind, finding a space that wasn't currently storing anything. She made emotional connections, making sure that Lex wouldn't merely be a passive observer to the experience - that she would remember it the way Gardevoir remembered it - that even if she knew, intellectually, that the memory belong to a pokemon, emotionally she would belive it was hers. There, Gardevoir said as the memory crystallized into place. It'll eventually fade - permanently altering someone's mind is a dangerous business - but it should last for several weeks at least, maybe even a few months. Consider it a gift. Gardevoir rested her hand on Lex's shoulder and gave her a hopeful smile. Our pasts define us. But they don't have to control us. And for what it's worth, now there'll always be someone out there who understands exactly what you've been through. |
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| DarthEevee | Jan 1 2013, 10:19 AM Post #33 | |
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4 (Sorry for taking so long to reply. Kept being dissatisfied and chucking out my writing and wanted to get it right.)Virus perked up at the 'he' used in reference to her, preening a little before she wrapped herself like a scarf around Lex's shoulders, laying as still as only a serpent could. For that, she'd move mountains, really. Lex quickly recalled Ziggy into a pokeball and pocketed it, hesitating another moment or two before accepting the hand and closing her eyes. There was a moment or three of disorientation as they appeared in the center, but that was it. She blinked a few times, glancing around a bit cautiously before handing over her own pokeballs. Blue in particular needed attention, after all. Lex studied the mist with a slight frown, then nodded a little. She smirked slightly as KD's preferences were noted. “Shame.” It was hard to tell how serious she was with that statement, as the two moved a bit further away. She waved back as the air distorted around them. “Later.” She stared at the space they had occupied for several long moments, before she turned away. Girl was crazy, but then everyone was crazy. That ship could get her into all sorts of trouble, but she was going to keep it. “Shall I make a report?” NAVI's voice piped up in her ear quietly, and Lex shook her head. “Nah, like I told her, the OME don't care about KD. Whether or not traipsing around in an obviously Rocket-made vessel gets them back into trouble eventually is none of my business, and it shouldn't be any of yours, either. It's obvious she's too...nice to be one of those assholes.” She flipped her computer off with a shake of her head and headed down the street. There was a cafe around here somewhere that made a pretty decent mocha. Wait! There was a slight hitch to her step, but she kept her foot moving. Whatever they wanted, Lex didn't really want to deal with them any more. Enough was enough for one day. Alexis, please, wait. That stopped her like nothing else would. Her hands balled into fists, but the psychic was alone as she turned and she kept her expression blank. “Who...” However, Gardevoir was already continuing, and she blinked once, a slight frown flitting across her face. Worthless? It was a slightly disconcerting thing, having the pokemon speak, but she kept her face blank as she tried to process it all. She thought of herself as worthless? Not...really...did she? But Gardevoir wasn't done. “He-” She blinked several moments later, as the whole thing seemed to be no time at all to her, rubbing at her eyes fiercely. To be loved...a father's love...that she now knew she never really had. Damn mother anyway for dying and ruining it all... But her mother had loved her, at least. And if her mother hadn't died, her father probably wouldn't have...Lex yanked her thoughts away from that path, as Gardevoir rested a hand on her shoulder. “...yeah.” She composed herself quickly, looking up toward the sky, though there was too much fog to see anything other than gray. “Thanks, I guess...” If nothing else, the memory proved to her that her father had never really loved her at all. Just...something else. And that...almost helped. A little. She glanced over to Gardevoir a moment, then smiled a little. “Make sure that your trainer doesn't do something quite so stupid again any time soon, hey? Maybe sometime we'll run into each other again.” And Lex didn't think she'd mind that too much, actually. She waved and headed off into the fog. Worthless? Lex laughed. Trust a psychic to get it wrong, while getting it exactly right. (*Self Note* All LP now collected from this thread and added into Lex's total LP tally.) Edited by DarthEevee, Jan 12 2013, 10:59 AM.
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| Kyozuki | Jan 11 2013, 07:50 PM Post #34 | |
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+ 3 from travel makes 141. Debating what to do with this.
from travel. 2.3 from Mod leftovers. 2.9 overall.
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