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Post by KANE on Dec 10, 2011 1:41:30 GMT -5
SIX FEET BELOW
with alyssa
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Helpless in his dreams, hell awaited him when he sleeps.
His terrors shall go only when he is six feet below._____________ It was half an hour past three o'clock when Shamees sneaked past the guards to enter Pokemon Tower unnoticed. While he was by no means entering to do something unlawful, Shamees did not want his personal activities be watched. As difficult and mind-draining as the task was, he had to maintain his public image as the saintly president of the peace-loving Lux organization. He wanted to stay away from any prying eyes or eavesdropping ears when there was personal business to attend to. He did not expect to have much time for himself when he was appointed the job. He was prepared to abandon his duty to himself for...well, duties he had but the self was pretty needy sometimes. Shamees would not be able to continue his job if this were not settled.
None of his associates knew Shamees lived on a constant sleep deprivation. While his outward serenity and calm have by far fooled everyone, his physician was a different story. Shamees did not really try to hide it. It was perfectly natural to set aside sleep for work...but maybe not when it goes on for three weeks. Having endured sleeplessness and strenuous tasks since his childhood, his ability to stay awake for an extreme period of time was – as his physician put it – “insane.” As his military background was no secret, Shamees explained that he simply did not want to have nightmares. Voices and images he could not decipher haunted him the instant he closed his eyes and he suffered confusion whether he was even awake or not. Unsurprisingly, he garnered extra pity from his little story although Shamees did not really find his situation sad. There were, after all, people out there with worse fate than his. He simply had to walk through the path set on him. There was no space for complains in a world with no options to take.
And now he had to face the dastard ghosts attacking his psyche. He could never get them out of his head but talking to please the souls elevated their assaults, lightened his head, set him slightly at ease. None of the denizens of Pokemon Tower was a slain creature Shamees personally knew but one way or another, their fate here had been because of him. Casualties of war. A chain of events, a domino effect on everyone's lives. Fate.
Tula, his Mismagius, faded into the air lurking above tombstones. Vrscika, his Dusknoir, was on his other side, the orb of his scarlet eye whirling in search of lost souls. The Mienshao's were positioned outside the tower as a watch and Simba and Mina were left in his house.
His wandering eyes made a stop to a fresh bouquet of flowers offered before a tombstone, which had an erect photograph of a Bellossom.
Daffodils. Shamees recognized the flower. They were golden flowers, a reminder of the glowing sunshine passed on from person to person. Shamees hated it.
Tula and Vrscika circled around him. The fire on the candles' wicks flickered eerily casting grotesque shadows on the white marbled floor and the voices began to speak.
Who are you?
“A legitimate murderer,” he mumbled, words barely any louder for the still contemplating silence. “And you?”
A victim of war started by your senseless ambition.
“I have none. I was merely appointed.”
Don't you dare deny the deaths by your hands.
He looked away from the tombstone, eyes cast down. “...that's right.”
You are aware.
“Completely. I..would rather not have...done this,” he said with difficulty. “I don't want to have anything to do with this.”
Then leave...stop fighting.
He'd been told of that many times. “I already told you why, why I cannot.” He massaged his eyes with a hand, blinking wearily. Each time he closed his eyes, he feared he would fall asleep and sink in another nightmare. Shamees then noticed pink ribbons pinned to the bouquet. “Contest Ribbons?”
My Trainer and I were Coordinators.
“That's...terrible.”
How dare you! You wouldn't understand -
Shamees mildly shook his head. “I wish you and your Trainer hadn't gotten involved. I admire Pokemon Coordinators, maybe envy them a little. If I had the chance to choose, I would pick to be a Coordinator where I can fight for something else other than human conflicts.”
The voice was silent. Shamees inwardly sighed. All he knew was to fight. When he learned fighting could be used for other than killing, he was drawn to the idea out of interest; however, he knew more than to hope, to believe. He could never be one. He had no right to choose his fate. But it slightly comforted Shamees. At least the only thing he knew how to do could after all make people happy as well.
“For someone who's dead, you have been very fortunate.”
Compared to you, I am.
*************** ooc; gah, why does my muse always abandon me at the end of my posts Dx the “conversation” with the “ghost” totally screwed up when I wrote it down lololol. Well here we go! *runs off to do reply with her other threads*
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:13:23 GMT -5
Alyssa’s mouth opened in a wide yawn as she walked up the path, off of the bridges floating on top of the water. As soon as her feet met ground rather than wood, she kicked her legs out before her for a couple of strides to stretch them out. There was just something about walking on the regular ground versus anything like a bridge or pavement that she liked, and had grown used to over the years. I do have a bike… she told herself silently. I should use it more often…or else Mr. Rydel’s kind gesture has practically no meaning… She frowned a bit as she thought of it that way. I need to use my bike! As soon as I get back to Hoenn its coming with me wherever I go! she thought determinedly, scolding herself a bit in the process. I’m just so used to walking, flying, or surfing everywhere, using a bike isn’t hardly on my mind anymore…
Espee, Espeon!
Alyssa blinked and looked down at Daybreak, into the deep violet eyes of her beloved companion. Although the Espeon had refrained from using her telepathy, Alyssa knew exactly what her pokemon was saying. ~Take it easy on yourself…I can sense you becoming tense for a self-directed reason…~ Alyssa gave a quiet chuckle and bent down just past one of the buildings formally setting the entrance to the mystical, and admittedly a bit on the eerie side, Lavender Town. Leaning back slightly, she perched on her heels, with her knees pulled up slightly as she placed her fingertips lightly on the ground for balance.
Daybreak halted as well, looking at her trainer, who was now closer to eye-level than she normally was. The two regarded each other for a silent moment before Alyssa reached out her hand and placed it gently on the back of the Espeon’s head, pulling her gently closer. Espee….Espee, Espee…
[/color] The equivalent of a purr flowed from the mouth of her purple pokemon. Tilting her head forward, Daybreak closed her eyes and sighed softly. It was moments like this she would always remember, and hold dear to her. It was a feeling like this that prompted her to evolve during the daytime. She had been struggling so many years ago as an Eevee, against a Magneton. The constant encouragement from Alyssa, and the loving embrace she’d been held in when she was tossed aside by a powerful electric attack, and weakened almost to the point of fainting. Her trainer had been a young girl, then. Her face had not changed much, but she had grown a few inches, and her hair had become longer. Something unique happened in that moment, though, when she had opened her small eyes in a wince to look up and see the worry of her trainer’s face. She had felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness consume her, and she evolved here, in her trainer’s arms, keeping her eyes connected with the powerful…almost intimidating blue-green gaze of her trainer. The evolution was spurred by the joy that practically bursted from her heart when Alyssa kissed her forehead, telling her it was alright that she had lost the match. As soon as her trainer made that contact with her, the evolution had taken place, and only when it had stopped had she noticed something in her trainer change. Besides the joy at the evolution, the bangs sticking out from beneath her trainers cap had been bleached a solid white. It was inexplicable, practically, and the white only spread rapidly through the rest of her trainer’s hair within the next few months, making her appear older than she actually was. The memories the psychic pokemon and her trainer seemed to be sharing at the moment evaporated after a few short seconds, and the reminder that the area in which they were at the moment was anything but friendly to them. They were in Lux lands. Although it was a deadly situation to be in, Alyssa had felt the unwavering compulsion to visit Lavender Town for a very strict reason…to pay her respects to all of the pokemon that had died because of the senseless war that had broken out across their land. In the time that the wars had raged, there was nothing Alyssa had done to show her cares about the innocent pokemon that had been lost. Alyssa was dressed as she used to be years ago, except the red pants were foregone and replaced with black. Her characteristic white hair was split into braided ponytails that she pinned around the sides of her head, as though to make bangs coming from the top of her head all the way to the back. She had also used something rarely in her possession – make up. She had lightly shadowed her eyelids as well to match the dress. For the sake of venturing into Lux territory she had a fake I.D. made for her, giving her a passable age as well as her affiliation of a trainer being a Psychic. So long as she stuck to that, she would be fine. Dressed as she was – so far from normal – very few people would recognize her. She made a point to avoid the guards outside of the Tower, as well as the two pokemon which she failed to recognize. Four beings on patrol outside of the tower? Something…or someone…was within. Alyssa watched for about five minutes to determine a pattern. Once she had, she made her move with a pounding heart. Luckily, though, for this instance, she had avoided detection. Admittedly, the place gave her the creeps even to this day, despite the fact she first visited almost a decade ago. Once she stepped up to the second floor, voices of the deceased pokemon attacked her, not out of anger, but out of fear for her and her brave Espeon, who had refused the pokeball for this encounter. What are you doing here?!
You’ll be killed if you are found!
Go back! Stay away!
Fear for yourself more than you do!
Please, get out!The voices overwhelmed her, and she felt her eyes well up with the sadness within her. They were all victims of this war. As the living still were. However, she kept trudging forward because of a voice she heard, male by the sounds of it. However, the owner of the voice was simply speaking…with no other voice returning to him. Was he…speaking with the spirits? Alyssa moved forward quietly to a corner, and upon glancing around it she saw who appeared to be speaking. Something was familiar about him. The flickering candlelight proved a poor resource to base his appearance off of, so it was not his physique that registered in her mind. What was it? She blinked in surprise as she felt a probe at her mind. Looking down, she instinctively knew it was Daybreak preparing to contact her. The purple, cat-like pokemon remained beside Alyssa’s legs, peeking around them with the red jewel on her head shimmering in a prism of colors. Her tail quivered sensitively, and she twitched her whiskers. ~Alyssa…~ the psychic pokemon began, using her telepathic ability. ~There are pokemon with him…two. The one is the Dusknoir. The other, though…I am not sure what it is, but it’s there. You cannot see it, and nor can I. I also sense regret from him, as well as a feeling of familiarity. Where have we encountered him before…?~Alyssa waited until her friend was finished speaking before she thought, too, in response. Yes…I feel something familiar. I see the Dusknoir, but I don’t sense a pokemon, but I do suppose that’s more your area of expertise, eh?Remaining quiet for a moment, Alyssa waited until the strangely familiar figure was quiet before speaking, her voice gentle and also quiet. ”The spirits of the pokemon…” she began softly. Then, continuing as though she hadn’t heard the earlier portion of his apparent conversation, ”…are they contacting you?”[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:13:43 GMT -5
 His head tilted to the side upon hearing the voice of the young woman, white fringes enigmatically hiding his pair of blue eyes. The darkness within the poorly, candle-lit tower did not hinder Shamees’ sight. He saw plainly through the dancing shadows cast by the tiny embers the figure of a young, familiar girl.
The first he took note – unconsciously – was her long, flowing white hair. Outside of his family, white hair was unheard of so it became their trademark. They believed it was a mark handed to their ancestors by the great Arceus as the chosen people of mankind. It was but a legend to others, a foolish myth in the modern times, but Shamees and his family stuck through tradition and old religion. It didn’t matter to them if the outside world refused to accept their claims.
Despite the hair color, he knew without a doubt she was no relative. Those eyes of hers carried no callousness. There were too many remnants of tenderness within her glossy orbs to be one of the soldiers of his clan. She might pass as his incapable grandmother though who deserted the family and died a humiliating death. She was a good person, his mother said, and that’s why she perished young.
Who was she then? Shamees had only bothered to remember people’s names recently. It alarmed him that this person might be someone from his distant past.
Or perhaps she was another ghost? Many wanted to torment him, haunt his head, twist illusions in his reality - curses at work, courtesy of the people and Pokemon he had slain. That was why he was here. Placate the anger of the spirits so they may stop the curse from killing him in the inside. He was pretty sure they would gladly accept his request just to prolong smiting him.
Tula and Vrscika didn’t seem to be alarmed. They merely watched the newcomer silently like a neutral observer. Not a ghost then? If she were human then why have they not initiated an escape plan? He didn’t want to be seen and killing another tonight would only enrage the spirits even more.
He turned back to the grave and he realized the spirit was silent. No…he couldn’t feel it at all. Had it actually retreated and left him alone? Why? Was it because of…her?
It was easy for Shamees to be convinced by strange coincidences. It must be fate, some legendary or god at work attempting to test his will to survive again. He wouldn’t ignore it otherwise. He needed to know the familiar girl’s identity because whoever she was, she managed to keep the voices down. Maybe she was a priestess, a medium? Shamees haven’t seen them around except in Johto and some parts in Sinnoh.
But…bah, talking. It was not Shamees’ specialty.
“Er…they’re just bugging me,” he answered, forgetting the etiquette of talking eye to eye but having his back turned to her made him feel less not-talkative. “Who are you?” he asked, going straight to the point. Unwilling to have the conversation stretch (and not having the patience to talk all night), he added, “Are you a ghost or human?” *************** ooc; lul I have too much muse for this thread. And nah, your post was great. I'm still getting used to this guy so forgive me if his character is hard to grasp ;;
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:14:08 GMT -5
Alyssa stayed silent as her voice registered in the young mans ears. The slightest jerk of his head to the side, more towards her gave away the fact that he’d heard her. Her eyes took an annoyingly long amount of time to adjust to the dimly lit tower. She had found her way to where she was mostly in the dark, using only a bit of help from Daybreak’s psychic powers to illuminate the room from sparkling light in her gemmed forehead to cast a dim, red glow across the area. There was a long silence between them, and Alyssa took the time to observe what little she could see of him in this light.
The familiar air had not left her mind, and she could feel Daybreak’s body pressed against her leg, signifying that she still felt the same as well. It was not often that she came across somebody with hair white like hers. If she did, they were most often elderly, beyond their fifties. Her hair turned white when she was only ten years old. It started with her bangs when her hair had shifted from a rich auburn-brown color to white in the process of Daybreak evolving from an Eevee into an Espeon. Though she’d never fully investigated the happening, Alyssa had determined that the physical contact – her forehead against the Eevees during the entirety of the evolution – had changed her hair, along with Daybreak gaining the psychic powers she had today.
She had been confused, alarmed, and almost a bit distressed when she saw it after opening her eyes, but Wattson – the leader she had been battling – couldn’t help but laugh loudly at what had happened. He couldn’t believe his eyes, either, but was the sort to laugh at something like that rather share the more common – and in Alyssa’s opinion, more normal – reaction.
There was only one instance where she had ever met people under the age of fifty with white hair. She had been on her ventures for a few years when she stumbled upon them. The best way she could think to describe them was a clan of people. She’d respectfully listened to their ways and their beliefs, before refuting them…perhaps not in the smartest way possible. It had earned her a battle, more like a clashing of views. Although she had won her battle, she knew that she had failed to win the attention of almost anybody in that ‘clan’, insisting that brutality was not something to naturally occur in the battle between pokemon.
He pulled her attention away from her own thoughts of narrowing down where she could have possibly met him before when he spoke.
”Er…they’re just bugging me. Who are you? Are you a ghost or human?”
She blinked slightly with surprise, refraining from showing it on her face. She stepped forward very slightly, maintaining a more subtly defensive posture as she moved from around the corner to just against it, leaning her shoulder against the wall, her blue eyes boring into him. She considered for a moment before speaking, just as quietly as before.
”I am whatever you believe me to be.” she answered calmly. Though almost anyone would believe her to be a human at first sight, she knew that when somewhere like Lavender Tower, such a peculiar hair style, coupled with the apparent calming of spirits in the room - that even she had felt before now - one could believe that she, herself, was a spirit.
”When the spirits of the pokemon speak to you, take their words to heart…” she said quietly, dropping her eyes slightly to all of the memorializing tombstones. ”…they only speak the truth, as though they see through us…”
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:14:23 GMT -5
| [bg=C9A0DC][atrb=width, 500, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 40px; color: #dddddd;text-align: right;height: 150px;display:table-cell;vertical-align:bottom;margin-right: 180px;width: 330px;text-transform:uppercase;]just once, rise above your[/style] | [bg=C9A0DC][STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;float: right;margin-bottom: -30px;margin-right: 40px;] [/style] | [cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][bg=dddddd][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #C9A0DC;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;text-align: right;width: 500px;float: right;text-transform:uppercase;]demise[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 15px;font-size: 11px;font-family:verdana;]Anything that moved while his back was turned made him extremely sensitive to space. He wasn't paranoid - the living doesn't make him paranoid anyway. But his honed instincts in battle made him unable to stand completely relaxed and at ease. His mind could be somewhere else yet his body was always reacting first, reflex always kicking in, muscles always tensing up, ready to dodge death and kill before killed. It was what made Shamees a successful breed of soldier but it was also what the man considered to be part of his curse. Imagine always being on the edge when you're clearly surrounded by a bunch of harmless retarded people. It was an annoying killing intent aura Shamees could just never switch off. He simply had no power over himself...or to anything for that matter.
Hell, without even realizing it, Shamees fingers were already halfway to the handle of his gun only to be stopped by the voice in his head. Not an enemy, not an enemy. Maybe. Possibly. In this case, he should assume she was an enemy then even though he didn't really "feel" she was a threat. The nagging "feeling" he knew her still haven't left him. Maybe that's why he "felt" kind of okay around her? She was speaking sparsely and in a quiet voice that did not rattle Shamees' sensitive hearing. He didn't really understand what he was supposed to think of her now and it annoyed Shamees how her answer wasn't of help either. Should he have phrased his question in a True or False statement to make things fucking clearer than it already was? Why couldn't he just get a straight, flat-out answer and make his screwed up life less fucked up already?
God damn it. Three sentences down and his patience was already running thin.
At situations like these - when he's just at lost at what to do with other people - he just trusted his Pokemon. Well, Tula and Vrscika anyway. If they weren't striking for an attack then maybe there was a reason Shamees shouldn't put a hole on the girl's head right now. This wasn't like his everyday life as the president of Lux where he dealt with all sorts of people. That was work, this was personal business. Work was simple, personal business was complicated.
Shamees steered his hand away from the gun. He didn't know if the little girl was even alive anyway. For now, he was going with the assumption she was a ghost. That didn't make Shamees feel any better. He killed enough to pile corpses and make a mountain. There would come a time they would have their revenge and topple down to bury him alive in their rotting corpses.
He mentally shook his head of the terrible image. Thinking of the future would only weaken him. He must remain in the present and live, survive. And whatever happens, he simply must accept it.
"Most of the time," he finally spoke up, tone free of emotion. All that internal monologue must have eaten some time, "they tell me I should just die," he said bluntly. Well, it's true, how the hell is he supposed to say that otherwise? "Sorry, but I've been kind of ignoring that. I thought it's a bit of a stupid piece of advice."
Then, miraculously, he shrugged. He showed a gesture that was helpful to the conversation for once. Shamees was typically non-pulsed; he didn't express himself even with a tiny action as it wasn't natural for him to do. When asked a question, he wouldn't nod or shake his head. Just a curt response. Of course, it wasn't the same case when he was Shamees the Lux President but that was all pure acting and pretension.
Maybe all those practices were actually paying off. It's all good just as long as he doesn't start unconsciously smiling too.
"...you have any friends?" he asked. "Er...the ones lying pretty dead here."
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:15:24 GMT -5
Alyssa waited calmly in silence as he delayed answering. She watched him closely, closing her eyes halfway through and focusing on what she could ‘feel’ from him. He had a dark aura about him. It was something Alyssa had been able to sense from the people around her more recently in the past two years thanks to this time of war, she had only once felt an aura like this as strong as his. It was something that admittedly made her fearful, but she didn’t show it, or give any sign that she could even sense the aura. That she could sense the only thing that she would describe as an unquestionable killing intent. Now, though, she needed to think of the one place she’d felt it before.
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see what was going on around her, but she felt Daybreak’s two-pronged tail brush warningly against her leg, followed by a small nip on her ankle that snapped her out of the concentration she’d attained within the span of a few short seconds. The Espeon’s forehead gem had glowed a red color briefly, illuminating the darkness slightly from behind Alyssa’s black pants as she foresaw the future by reading air currents. What she had seen was her trainer in danger, and that was enough for her to act in an all-out offensive defense. However, she had restrained herself, sensing the gravity of the situation just as well as her trainer.
~Alyssa...be careful...he is dangerous. I will stop at nothing to protect you if you are in danger.~
Alyssa heard Daybreak’s telepathic voice within her mind. Thank you, Daybreak...but do not risk your physical self for my well being. Alyssa told her faithful pokemon. I’ll keep that knowledge...maybe you can help me figure out where I’ve sensed an aura like this before... Focusing her mind, Alyssa used the continuing silence from the man before her to try to figure it out herself. There was a memory that had been fairly buried in her past. There was a clan of people that had made their living training their bodies and pokemon to be ultimate fighters. The distinct trait she remembered from all of the members was that they had white hair. She had encountered them when her hair was in the process of turning white itself. She had felt a passion to fight like nothing else in that place.
However, his was more powerful than what she’d previously felt. The air of familiarity from him was adding up as well as the aura about him as well as the white hair. She had battled a member of the clan in the past, and won. Was he the one she had battled? What had become of him after she toppled him? If he was, in fact, the person she had battled when she stumbled upon the clan – which she recalled she hadnt necessarily agreed with – how had the clan taken his loss? They didn’t exactly seem to look kindly upon any sort of weakness.
”Most of the time they tell me I should just die. Sorry, but I’ve been kind of ignoring that. I thought it’s a bit of a stupid piece of advice.”
She opened her eyes slightly and looked back at him, up from the floor where her gaze had lowered behind closed lids. She blinked once or twice in slight concern. Why would they do that? Was the aura he gave off...more than just an aura? Was it actually a reality that had taken action? She swallowed nervously, pushing the feeling back as she maintained her collected air.
”...you have any friends?”
She blinked again. What was that supposed to mean? In truth, the closest friends she could think of were Wallace. Gold was unfortunately more of an accomplice, seeing as they’d only had a mission together that ended in the two of them having to run for it upon the fear of discovery.
”Er...the ones lying pretty dead here.”
Oh...
That clarified it.
She swallowed and thought for a moment. In truth, she had. She had lost family and friends that she had in pokemon. Her grandparents – from both sides of her family – had been lost to the war, because of their beliefs based on how they’d been brought up. They had been killed by Lux forces when found out, and the pokemon they had with them had been killed. Although she hadnt known them too well seeing as she’d grown up in Hoenn while they lived in Kanto, she still felt some sense of sadness when they’d died, particularly when she found out the pokemon had been killed defending their human partners.
”...yes.” she answered after a while. ”I do. Four people, a bit more than twice as many pokemon, that had their trainers memorialized with them.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she searched for the stones. She had rarely visited the graves, and therefore couldn’t remember where exactly they were. She felt Daybreak’s furry whiskers brush against her leg through her pants, and the tail that wrapped sympathetically around her leg.
”Not so much friends, but family. The pokemon, too...”
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Post by KANE on Dec 11, 2011 15:15:42 GMT -5
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But to this girl, it was the opposite. He wasn't the best, extrovert person out there but Shamees knew that tone. The way she arranged her words and even when he could not see her eyes, he knew there was sadness in there. Shamees knew it too well. He'd seen it in others too many times and he always wondered the same question: what for are your feelings? Do they bring back the dead? Do they put the world in the right course? Do they change the way people think? Rather than feel bad for the deceased, Shamees felt bad for the living. Why do they mourn and regret?
Shamees was starting to think the ghost girl might actually be a real, breathing person since she was speaking like one. It was laughable how he couldn't tell the living and the dead apart and he did try asking her but noooo all he got was an ambiguous response. Maybe she was the embodiment of some sacred Pokemon and was testing him? There seemed to be a fair amount of Legendary Pokemon in creature for that to happen. About time one of them stop hiding. He didn't think they would be sitting quietly while humans ravaged their territories in this war unless the Legandaries here were more incompetent than he thought (that just now earned him bad karma).
Shamees remained unresponsive again but he made one slightest movement that was almost unnoticed. He spotted a signal coming from Kanya's hiding spot. Stealthily hidden behind a tombstone, the Mienshao was gesturing to Shamees that they were prepared to attack now. So she was human then? His Mienshao have been guarding the tower to keep intruders out but they allowed this person to pass and followed her in. It could only mean she was too dangerous to attack and caution had to be taken.
Shamees didn't make any signal back. It wasn't his intention to attack her but he wasn't going to stop them from doing that. Without his signal, it meant he was letting them to whatever they wanted. And so the Mienshao trio began their attack.
Kanya jumped high in the air and prepared to throw a Swift on the female's wrists to stop her from summoning another Pokemon. Her presence was always a distraction for springing right behind Alyssa, Mith and Una bounded on the Espeon. Against a Psychic Pokemon, they were inferior but with the element of surprise, they worked to knock the Pokemon off first before it could counterattack. But it wasn't just the Mienshao that acted on their own. Shamees' Ghost Pokemon made their move and their reactions didn't go unnoticed from Shamees. He turned around and saw how they had attacked their comrades.
Vrscika have Disabled the twins to keep them away from Daybreak and Tula cast a thick wall of Magical Leaf to shield Alyssa from the sharp edges of Swift. The stars were only barely stopped, having shredded the leaves than the other way around. Shamees just stood and watched until the chaos stopped. Vriscika released the twins who quickly pulled out and regrouped with their extremely livid Kanya.
Shamees looked at Vrscika and Tula questioningly. He wasn't going to reprimand them since he didn't know what exactly they were trying to do and if they don't start explaining, Kanya was going to be furious. The Mienshao leader had never been in good terms with Shamees' Ghost Pokemon and this little stunt have, by far, not impressed her at all.
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Post by KANE on Dec 12, 2011 1:23:39 GMT -5
Alyssa’s cerulean eyes searched the many tombstones in the room. To her, they almost seemed to have piled up on one another, to have practically doubled since the last time she was there in the tower. She couldn’t see as well in the dark as she could, had there been better light. She had been looking for the names of her grandparents. However, something told her she would not find them here. Nor the loyal companions they had been buried with. At least, she hoped they’d been buried with their pokemon. I’d want to be buried with mine if we die… she thought silently, her hand sub-consciously brushing against the pokeballs at her belt. They’re my dearest friends… she thought, glancing down at Daybreak. Nobody in this world is more important to me than them..
The memory of the result of finding her grandparents’ lifeless bodies as well as those of their pokemon made her cringe inwardly, the grimace almost visible on her face. The sight of the blood had paralyzed her with fear, signifying the dawn of her dislike for blood. Although she didn’t fear the crimson fluid that had painted their walls and blanketed their floors, she disliked it, almost to the point of suffering from hemophobia. She didn’t freeze up, though, as she’d heard it did to people. Instead, it just made her sick and her movements poor and uncoordinated.
The white-haired trainer looked down when she felt the Espeon press warningly against her body. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the red gem on Daybreak’s forehead light up, giving the immediate area a red glow. Daybreak…what is it? she asked the Psychic pokemon, casting her thoughts out to her companion. ~We are going to be attacked. From behind. There are three. Pokemon. They seem to be trying to ambush.~ Alyssa tensed immediately, her hand jerking around one of her pokeballs, looking at the man, who she assumed was their trainer. He didn’t seem to be prepared to attack, but then again, perhaps his pokemon were like hers – they attacked without taking a direct order sometimes. Although, Alyssa had to admit that her pokemon had never attacked without first being given permission to do so.
Daybreak, what – The Sun pokemon cut her trainer off. ~Just stay still…~ The red gem on her forehead lit up again. ~I will take care of them.~ Though unsure herself, Alyssa trusted the Espeon and twisted her fingers behind her back and stood, tensed and waiting for the ambush to happen.
Daybreak moved. She sensed the pokemon behind she and her trainer leap into the air for an attack. The red gem on her forehead illuminated again and she spun around, crouching with her teeth bared. Her large ears were flattened against her silken-furred body as she prepared to protect herself and her trainer. Her generally violet eyes glowed a startlingly bright, blue-violet. Her body became encased in the Psychic aura, and she prepared to reach her mind out to the pokemon that had leapt to attack her trainer as she would move just out of range of her attackers, ready to counter attack. Before she could extend the reach of her psychic powers, and before contact with herself or her trainer was even made, the attack was interrupted. The gem on her forehead glowed seconds before, giving her insight to what was about to happen. She flicked her ears in surprise, but remained on edge. They were to be protected? The two leaping for her were frozen in mid-air before dropped to the ground, and a wall of glowing, green leaves surrounded the pokemon and her trainer.
The attack stopped as soon as it had begun, leaving Espeon stiff as a board, her eyes and body still glowing with the powerful psychic aura she had presented as soon as she prepared to use her power.
Everything happened within seconds, leaving Alyssa standing in a state of confusion. Her expression was masked, save for some of the confusion dancing with the faint light in her eyes. She coated this though, and lowered her head slightly, so that her cerulean gaze was covered by her white bangs. She looked through them and watched the man as he turned. So…I will finally see his face? she wondered silently.
As soon as the faint light from the candle-lit walls hit his face, Alyssa felt her jaw drop and her expression contort into shocked surprise, coupled with disbelief. She raised her head so that her eyes were no longer hidden by her bangs, the expression clear in them. ”Y…you…” she said quietly, finding her body unable to move. She recognized him. It was…truly him, wasn’t it? Although he didn’t look exactly the same, she recognized him. The arch of his cheekbones, the curve of his jaw, the shape of his face and his expression, above all his white hair was a giveaway that ignited the burning flame of recognition within her mind.
No way… she thought. I don’t believe it… Not the man she’d defeated before his very clan…was he really standing right in front of her now, so many years later?
”It…can’t be…” she whispered.
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Post by KANE on Dec 16, 2011 10:13:02 GMT -5
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There was no time to point out mistakes. Acting quickly, Shamees took out his revolver in a speed one would have missed if he blinked. He fired several rounds of warning shot at the female, the bullets striking tombstones before but were harmless nonetheless. The Mienshao trio scattered out and disappeared once more in the shadows. Shamees have given them the distraction - an extremely clumsy one at that. He wouldn't hesitate to silence an infant with the slice of a knife. Why would he decide against killing a Pokemon-armed little girl?
This is stupid, he cursed mentally, turning to his heel and making a move for it, running adeptly past tombstones even in the dark. Something was clearly wrong with him and he came to rid himself of that, to silence the ghosts that kept whispering on his ears. But what he thought was salvation brought only trouble. Shamees had every right to believe his judgment was flawed and had been subjected to subconscious desires.
The Mismagius and Dusknoir have also vanished. Shamees didn't know where they were or what exactly was running in their heads but if they pull another stunt like that, they shouldn't expect their loyalty to win another forgiveness from him. Shamees curved around and pushed his back on the wall, lowered himself slightly with a bend of his knees - made himself ready to sprint - that he merged in the shadows, and readied his gun. His mind have ran through the facts and easily concluded Alyssa was someone he'd kill. Being armed with Pokemon and potentially harboring more powerful ones, she was either a member of Nox or an officer in Lux. By the law, ordinary citizens weren't allowed to have one. Even if she did end up as an officer, Shamees would have no remorse for making a hasty decision.
He wasn't going to hesitate this time. Better safe than sorry.
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Post by KANE on Dec 25, 2011 22:07:45 GMT -5
Daybreak allowed the ferocity of her Psychic powers to subside, dulling – for the most part – to a more controlled dose for one to take in if they could sense it, letting the blue aura fade from her body and remain only in her eyes. The attack had been stopped as abruptly as it had started, and neither she nor her trainer had done anything, and the man had not spoken. The other pokemon, that could only be assumed to be his, had attacked master and pokemon but were then stopped by their own partners. That confused the Sun Pokemon greatly, and she could sense that her trainer was just as confused, but that was cast aside by an almost indescribable feeling radiating from the white-haired young woman standing taller than her. Recognition, was it? Daybreak turned and stood behind her trainer again, keeping her eyes trained on the ground, as though something incredibly shiny was there, glinting up at her.
Suddenly, she saw something within her mind’s eye. Danger. Alyssa was in danger. Reaching forward immediately, her jaws open, she bit down – though firmly – on her trainers leg. Based on what she had seen, there was no time for words exchanged between the two, simply actions.
Gunfire
Seconds before the sound split through the silence, Alyssa felt what she could only assume to be Daybreak’s teeth in her leg. The Veteran Trainer had barely managed to pull her gaze down to her pokemon to question the...absurd behavior before the gunshots rang in her ears. The eerie presence that was within the tower from the spirits of departed pokemon seemed to stir with the disruption of their sanctuary. Alyssa’s thoughts instantly went to Mt. Pyre. The mountain was a rather...unique place. It had a feel similar to this tower, though not a trapped one like she felt now. Before her pokemon could even move, Alyssa whipped the pokeball off her belt and held it at half-arms length to call back the Sun Pokemon into the safety of the ball.
Only the beginning of her beloved companion’s distressed cry was heard before the Psychic-type pokemon flashed in the form of red energy to receed into the pokeball, which Alyssa then clipped back on her belt. Under normal circumstances of danger to her trainer, Daybreak would have shown greater protest by means of breaking free from the binds of her pokeball, but she was smart enough not to argue with Alyssa’s judgement this go round. This time I’m the one keeping you safe, Daybreak!
If Daybreak was harmed at all at any time...by anyone...Alyssa knew the outcome would not be good. In truth, she had a feeling she would lose control in a fit of sorrow that could easily transform into one of rage. Alyssa had turned while Daybreak was drawn back into her pokeball, moving at a slight run, down the hall from the source of the gunfire. That man....she was almost completely certain it was him. But, she ahd a feeling that by his reaction he had not recognized her...that, or what stood as a grudge at losing their battle stood in the form of a deathwish to her. As she moved, she reached down to the opposite side of her belt, skating her fingers against her pokeballs until she felt the correct one.
She pulled Flygon’s Timer Ball off her belt, holding the small sphere (having not yet expanded it) in her hand as a precautionary measure as she dived to the side, behind a dark, opaque veil-like curtain hanging from the ceiling, cutting off part of the memorializing room from the rest of the public...a place where trainers could go to mourn in private if they didn’t wish for their sorrows to be seen by those around them. Alyssa immediately sank down, her back pressed against a tombstone through the veil as she struggled to get her breath under control.
At worst, she would have to anger the spirits more by using Flygon to make a speedy escape, but her gut instinct was, strangely, telling her to stay rather than flee. She managed to breathe silently, and let silence set through the air before daring to speak again. She could not hear the white-haired man that...now...could almost pass for a male reflection of herself.
Her mind raced as she fought for the name that had been eluding her grasp until now. It was key at this point to remember it. If there was any sort of luck on her side, she would get away from the tower alive. If she had any sort of luck, still, she would not die tonight. She didn’t care if she got shot in the tower of departed pokemon, so long as she lived to see the war end...and further, help end it.
”Sh....Shamees...” she said, hoping to Arceus that her memory had not failed her. Her voice was quiet like before, though her voice would carry through the empty building rather easily in the silence. She knew it was a bad idea to give away her position, especially when the man she was currently hiding from had a gun and she was left with martial arts skill.
That’s worse than bringing a knife to a gun fight... she thought grimly.
”Don’t you remember me, Shamees...?” she asked quietly, trying to keep her voice steady while speaking into the darkness. ”We met many years ago...and battled, too...” She closed her eyes to concentrate on trying to hear even the faintest sounds of footsteps or shuffling indicating an approach of any sort.
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Post by KANE on Jan 23, 2012 11:04:56 GMT -5
No hesitation. Never hesitate. He couldn't risk so for he was not allowed to die. Not tonight, not now, not yet. He heard her spoke, didn't bother figure the stupidity behind it, and traced it to where she was hiding. Which ground was she on to be on a first-name basis with him? Being the president, he didn't think the people have really gotten to start calling him by his first name no matter how many times he insisted. Not including Nox of course; they were very creative and colorful when it came to calling him names. He moved out carefully with his skills in stealth showing with his soundless footsteps. He was wary of this. Was she intentionally talking to lure him out and get her Pokemon to finish him? Shamees thought of her Espeon. He didn't like Psychic Pokemon and it unnerved him one could come out and attack him right now. He was nervous but he didn't let it root him in his hiding place. Five of his Pokemon were out. If this were a trap, they would react accordingly. He decided to just finish this. He dashed - still as stealthy and silent - as she busily spoke. He was a prowler in the darkness. He could see right though the dark but he didn't find her easily. She was hiding well behind a veil and if she hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have found her. The veil flew open as he lunged in, a loaded gun raised and pointed just as soon as she finished talking - Remember? Years ago? Battled? The veil hang to his shoulder and right at that moment, he realized who she was, stopping him from pulling the trigger for a split second. White hair, cerulean eyes, non-existent chest - that girl now, er, supposedly woman but still with the body of a typical high school student, was the person he had been talking (with his best attempts) with. No wonder he didn't feel the danger. Who was going to find a puny person like this threatening? Kanya might have but not Shamees. "Oh," was his simple and dull reaction. She was that Trainer who dropped by the temple and was unimpressed by their ideology of Pokemon as weapons, not living creatures. The only reason he remembered such a thing was because he ended up as her opponent for a "friendly match." He lost. She really was someone from his past. This did not bode well. He gave her a smile even though she wouldn't be able to see it in this darkness. She knew him, she knew him. What to do, what to do? Fuck. Shamees summoned his alter ego in a flash. "Hello!" he greeted, accidentally waving his gun. He hid it behind his back like nothing happened. "Ahahahaha, sorry about that. I overreacted but I'm blaming Kanya on this one! Lovely night, isn't? Sorry, I kind of forgot your name but I do remember you! Kind of! Please help me and tell this rude man who you are again?" |
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Post by KANE on Jan 27, 2012 10:51:07 GMT -5
She could feel her heart pounding, and her mind raced as she thought of what to do. The idea of using Flygon to escape one way or another seemed alright provided that, by some miracle, Shamees had dropped his gun and there was no risk of them being shot at. He didn’t recognize me... she told herslef repeatedly as her grip tightened around the small Timer Ball. Talking wasn’t in my best interests....gave away my position... it had been a gamble that she was thoughtlessly willing to risk. Had she stopped to think she probably wouldn’t have, but her instinctive reaction to try and push violence out of the picture had taken hold and urged her to speak.
He knows where I am...I don’t doubt it.
There were no sounds, no sighs, and no other sense indicating that she was correct, but there was a certain air about him that made her positive. It was an air of power, something that was not to be taken lightly and could spell the end for someone if there was a slip-up, or if there was a chase involved like their currently was. She had no doubt that she was being hunted, and that she would be found. What would she do then?
As if on cue to answer her question, the veil was ripped out of its normal, hanging position and flung to the side for the man to lunge forward. Though there was no more than the defiant narrow of her eyes displayed for all to see, she felt her heart clench, and her muscles tense with fear. If the gun had fired, it would have already hit her. She would not have been able to move in time, but something had stopped him, and the white-haired Veteran’s eyes remained narrowed, but flashed slightly in the dim light.
What stopped him?
”Oh.”
Swallowing silently, Alyssa dared to move only a few inches to sit more upright. The movement was silent, and she waited tensely for something to happen. Although she knew she should be moving, something kept her rooted to the spot, almost immobile as she waited. Damn curiosity...
Her eyes widened slightly as he spoke, his voice suddenly lighter, relaxed, and almost...genial-sounding. It was as though his personality had split straight down the center in a clean cut, like a hot knife slipping through butter. One side was what she had first encountered tonight, while the second seemed to appear before her out of nowhere, like a switch within his brain had been flicked. What the egg hatch... Was he for real? What was this? When she’d first met him years ago...had something like this happened? She couldn’t recall for certain. The highlight of their last encounter was their battle. Where he’d been – that temple – was filled with people who had views about pokemon that differed greatly from hers. A streak of gutsiness had overcome her and she’d openly spoken her mind, resulting in their battle.
....so he does remember me.
Pushing any confusion or suspicion from her voice, she spoke. Her words hesitated on her tongue for a moment, from the initial shock of being shot at that had evidently not passed.
”A-Alyssa.” she told him quietly, daring further to sit up more and shift position onto her knees (or rather, knee with her other foot flat on the ground). Getting ahold of her tongue she steadied it, speaking with less hesitation. ”Alyssa Akiyama.” She slowly pushed herself into a standing position. Although it was dark, he’d still be able to see her silhouette, and she had no intentions of earning a gun pointing at her by moving too quickly. ”It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
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Post by KANE on Jan 29, 2012 15:54:29 GMT -5
((WOOT!)) "A while? More like forever," he said. The realization threw him off-course earlier but Shamees was starting to regain his composition. He kept the gun out just in case. "Talk about a blast from the past. Mmm, it was back in the temple. Good times!" No, not really. He got beaten there everyday, not to mention tortured especially since his defeat against Alyssa humiliated the entire clan. "Good times~ such curious, wondrous fate for us to meet here for all places in the world - and in such an extraordinary situation, hahaha!"Shamees could see the expression on Alyssa's face. Guarded, shocked, wary. The clash was obviously not something she could easily forget, not without a proper, extremely convincing explanation. But how was Shamees going to explain it? That he didn't want to be seen in the tower? That he was supposed to leave no witnesses behind? That he should kill Alyssa anyway? But Shamees found it strange. He didn't really expect someone from the past to confront him as that person from the past. He expected people to know him already because of his status as president and so, see him as Shamees Ferrer, the president of Lux. It was a general a fact, a given, yet the first thing Alyssa brought up was their first meeting in the temple. Shouldn't she react to how the foreigner is the leader of the controversial organization? If she was playing dumb, she was doing a very good job confusing Shamees. "Why am I giving her the benefit of doubt?"[/i] he asked himself. Whatever her reason was supposed to be, it didn't change what Shamees had to do. He had to kill her. Shamees remembered the voices speaking to him. The voices always haunting him. He came here to make them shut up and not add another one in his head. It was never easy for Shamees to kill. In the battlefield, events happened too fast for him to register. It was easy to fall prey at this pacing, making no room for thoughts, and just kill everything in sight without looking back until it was over. Here though, having talked and spoken with Alyssa even for short while gave him room to think about what he should do. It made him open to hesitations. It wasted his time a lot. There was nothing that could be done about it. Though he would always think and reconsider this, he would still end up at the same conclusion. He must consider his position first above all others. He just have to trust Alyssa survives. "Well then! Thank you for refreshing my memory. It's been short and I do apologize for having to end our chat abruptly. Let me just say that I think you've become a gentle, kind person, Alyssa. I cannot claim to be your friend nor - I pray - your enemy but I must kill you now."He whipped back out his arm and fired at Alyssa's calf. As the gunfire echoed, the three Mienshao revealed themselves once more to finish Alyssa off. From the opposite sides, the twins swung their arm in a diagonal arch, throwing star-shaped weapons, Swift toward her to hit and crash at the same time. Even if she tried running, the stars would follow her to no end. ((...I'm sorry lol. But, well, YOU KNOW SHAMEES. Just tell me if this is gonna be a bullshit to survive from. Everyone he threads with can pretty much die >>.)) [/quote] |
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Post by KANE on Feb 3, 2012 19:17:33 GMT -5
Shamees’ response confused her further, though she kept control of her facial expression. He seemed so light-hearted and cheery…too much so. In contrast to what it had been moments before, something was definitely off. He even laughed. When she first encountered him, he hadn’t seemed close to doing such, and tonight had been no different. What was he even doing in Lavender Tower? Didn’t he have other things to be doing? Generally, she would have had a completely different reaction. There were bound to be responsibilities with greater importance than this? Nothing was making much sense anymore tonight, and Alyssa’s mind was racing.
She had a growing sense of dread, and his silence only helped it blossom within her chest.
Her breaths grew shakier, though they remained silent. She could feel her heart pounding within her chest and only hoped it didn’t echo each time it felt like it practically beat against her sternum. His lack of further words was echoed with her lack of response. The silence sat in the air for a long moment, and she dared to move her position slightly. She’d only shifted a few inches before he spoke again, startling her through the silence.
Her eyes widened abruptly at his words before narrowing sharply like daggers thrust in his direction. She only had time to raise her arms; the one clutching Flygon’s pokeball crossed against her other wrist in order to defend her face. Gunfire rang through the air again and pain lanced from her left calf. Whether the bullet had embedded in the firm muscle in her lower leg, grazed by and cut into it, or lodged within the taught fibers, she didn’t know. All she knew was pain as that leg buckled, bringing her more to her knees.
Her response was bitten back to no more than a hiss as she chomped down on her tongue – though not hard enough to draw blood. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw two of the pokemon from before leap into the air before releasing a ray of golden-white stars towards her. Swift! She only managed to keep her arms crossed as the stars pounded her torso, side, and arms with a white-yellow flash, knocking her backwards into the wall with an abrupt force that caused her to slump over to the side on the ground, her arms still crossed and her hair fell in front of her face.
She felt nothing but immense pain. Her clothes and skin had been cut by the stars that only glanced by her, while the rest of it had beaten by the wave of stars. The wind had been knocked out of her, rendering her completely still as she silently choked for air. She would be bruised from that encounter, and the pain of the pokemon’s attack was causing her vision to dim.
I need…to focus… she told herself. P...play dead. Give in to it… Darkness swam in her eyes from hitting her head against the wall of the tower, and the immense throbbing roared in her ears.
I’ll…survive…. With that last self-assuring thought, she let the blackness overcome her, and her head slid limply off her wrist where it had landed, pulling more hair over her face, completely veiling her from onlookers.
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