[PKMN FULL] "Past of the Past": A Beta Johto Journey (IC)

"This is poor craftsmanship." In spite of its flimsy construction, Sabi explored the crimson colored device flippantly. Using a pocket screwdriver and his fingernails, he prodded the casing and accessed its nodes. Out of spite, he began disassembling and rearranging entire components to bastardize the design. "... like the equivalent of using wet toilet paper for an art project." A callous tap from the metal blade ignited a large spark in the electronics. Sabi flinched in response to the static shock, and the turnscrew fell out of his hand, onto the floor and rolled into the crevice beneath a nearby bookshelf. "Sonuva—"
Sabi pocketed any components he deemed valuable. And the contraption—now barely functional with its fewer buttons—was placed back onto the counter. He trailed after his tool and knelt down to squeeze his entire arm underneath the heavy shelves. His hand was unable to find anything solid, and only felt the tickling sensation of dust bunnies and cobwebs. Though he was stubborn, Sabi ceased and retracted his sullied arm as soon as he heard the door opening. Two people entered the laboratory. The professor returned earlier than Sabi initially anticipated in his plot.
"I still don't understand why we use a fogging machine in a town where it's frequently windy," the assistant was mid-way in some squabble, "you do understand it's impossible for fog to even exist when there's wind... right? Professor Elm?"
"I know," Elm responded with a notable indifference in tone, "but rest assured, the fog is essential and it must be. A super effective repellent but also a lure for the exciting. Besides, it is just the destiny of life, you know?"
"W-what are you even saying?"
Amidst their bickering, Sabi capitalized on the generous opportunity to hide behind the large capsule container that housed several species; starters ready to be deployed and handed out to novices, or so Sabi presumed. Compared to the disarray of boxes brimming with shoddy inventory, this particular spot was the closest. However, it was still not advantageous when it came to the matter of absconding. The only door leading in and out was blocked by Elm and his aide. The only other alternative was a single window, and that required leverage as it was too high for Sabi to reach by himself. Even then, the opening seemed it was potentially too small to fit through.
Though options were severely limited, Sabi wasn't deterred by the hopelessness of this minor predicament. He was defiant, stubborn, and there was an urge to persevere for solution notwithstanding the inconvenience. But before there could be ample time to formulate, there was a disruptive shriek accompanied by giddy coos. Almost instinctively, Sabi checked every pouch on him to see if anything was amiss, or more specifically if one of his receptacles was suddenly vacant.
"Oh, shit."
A gaseous entity floated through the room, bumping into walls and furniture as it explored the enclosed vicinity. Evidently, its perception of space was far removed from the seams that bind reality, and this creature was oblivious to anything that posed itself as inanimate.
"What the hell is that?!" The aide was startled, gingerly keeping his distance by relocating himself on the other end of the room. He was, at the very least, capable of holding onto some of his bearings to avoid hysteria. "Is that one of the specimens, Professor?!"
"Not to my colors of expertness, no, no!" The professor stood composed, contrast to his aide's disposition, and idly observing the anomaly as it nonchalantly approached him. "But I can safely conclude this is none other than an alternative subspecies of Gastly, also known as the, uh, Toxic Gas Pokémon! Incredibly potent, and tasteful in its battling potential!"
"Pew!" The creature floated through the air with a motion that emulated a bouncing ball. It wiggled what resembled antennae on top its head, exuding enthusiasm and glee for the exchange between itself and the apparent Pokémon expert.
"Pew, you say? Indeed, pew-pew! Hah hah! Pew-pew, yes!"
Elm gaily danced with the creature. It was a surreal experience from Sabi's position, and the fact that any professor would act in such a droll fashion unironically was undeniably farcical. Why is this happening. In his flabbergasted state, Sabi didn't realize he was inadvertently creeping out of his hiding spot and consequently exposing himself to the aide nearby.
"Huh? Who are you?! Why are you here?!"
"Relax," he assured calmly as he rose with his hands held up. As soon as the assistant entered proximity, Sabi latched onto the man's shoulders and gripped hard as he delivered a blow below the belt. He immediately collapsed into a fetal position, and Sabi was confident that this aide was effectively immobilized long enough for an escape to be made—perhaps even longer judging by the helper's inability to produce any verbal sound.
Elm was too distracted by the effervescent cloud to take notice of his surroundings. The last moment he would recall would be a sharp pain on the back of his head followed by a brief glimpse of the tiled floor. The Professor would have most likely regretted being so oblivious had he remained conscious.
The top half of a broken flask fell onto the floor with a smash, its shards joining the rest of the pile. There was no remorse or concern. The only incentive here was to leave, but not before venting. Sabi glared at the wisp, who was still trying to decipher what exactly happened to the human it was merrily bonding with a moment ago. A hand reached out, asserting dominance over this speck of condensed air with a hard yank.
"Listen here, you little fart bag. We've been travelling for a while, so I don't care much about this gag joke. You can feign your innocence by chortling and cooing like some yankee dankee doodle shite! But let me tell you something—something I've been holding back because I wasn't nearly as pissed off as I am right now."
Grip was tightened, and each finger sank deep into the creature's soft form as holding blatantly evolved into strangling. The shape was easily contorted like gel. And if this organism had little comprehension of damaging stimuli, Sabi expended his efforts to assure this was nothing short of excruciating.
"You're not cute. We're not friends. I don't have some irrational attachment to you out of some sympathy or sentimentality, or because I feel obligated to some inexplicable responsibility as a human being. I don't care what you are, I only need you for one, singular purpose. You're just as expendable as any other test subject and if I really wanted to, I could alter your entire physical form into a vial of glop just so I don't have to tolerate your incessant pewing. So let me be crystal."

"DO NOT LEAVE YOUR GODDAMN CONTAINMENT."

Upon releasing his grasp, the gaseous entity gradually descended from exhaustion and subsequently slumped onto the floor. This was interpreted as a sign of its surrender, if only to enjoy some level of catharsis for today. Feeling sated, he grabbed a hold of his lackey and tucked it firmly under his armpit. It seemed this was the most opportune time for departure, and preferably before Elm and his helper recover from their mishap or in the chance of anyone else arriving at the scene.
There was a slight discomfort in the lower regions, and primal instinct prioritized an urge over all else; it didn't feel like holding in was possible, considering the amount of poison that was consumed. Searching was a futile effort, as earlier exploration determined this laboratory was evidently devoid of any lavatory.
Once again, improvisation was mandatory, and just like before, Sabi approached the capsule machine he used for cover mere moments ago. He opened up the glass lid that enabled him to access the inside, and a golden gush stained the spherical receptacles that would eventually find their ways into the hands of hapless children. The amount discharged made it possible that the creatures sealed inside would permanently bear the stench of liquid waste.
Relief. Sabi zipped up and proceeded out the entrance.

There was a painful clamp suspended the legs, movement was resisted by something sturdy and rough. The flow of chill rushed upwards, along with the force of weight that converged into the skull. The soil and shrubs were dangling from above, while below was infested with shrubs. This disorientation was vexing but it was certainly not unfamiliar. And perhaps this occurrence became too frequent was why it was so vexing.
His level of dexterity was restricted, it took sometime before Sabi could dislodge himself from the branches that held him. A relatively basic prompt allowed his body to return back to the ground. The descent ended with an inevitable pratfall and his sore back collided with the dry dirt. Instead of a verbal riposte, there was only a jaded grunt as Sabi scrutinized the bark peeling off the damaged tree. The sight triggered a swelling in the bowels, and bile was regurgitated, staining the tree with a hue of greenish grey. Residue dribbled down his chin.
How the hell did I end up here? Why am I even here?
Behind, a faint voice called out. Sabi turned to meet a pitiful organism, laying in the center of a burnt crater. Pale and lackadaisical, a sharp contrast to its usual bubbly demeanor. The living billow was spurting out fluids from its only visible orifice; the color and viscosity were identical to its tamer's vomit. There was an opportunity to express empathy over the pain, but Sabi prioritized on a practical procedure. His hands scrounged through his tattered coat, digging through each and every pouch for a remedy.
In spite of all his tenacity and incessant cussing, he was only able to find a single syringe. The revelation was both painful and unnerving. Both the owner and his associate were sick, and the time to make a decision felt strict. And that time was cut even further when the sound of uproar drew closer. A group hollering from the distance, and their coarse tones ensured there would be hostility upon encounter.
The creature was lifted up and concealed firmly underneath the coat and smothered against Sabi's torso. He wrapped an arm around its petite body to assure adequate protection. Hauling the weight of two, he hurtled on his feet quickly as possible notwithstanding the encumbrance of aching muscles accompanied by migraine. This perseverance against pain quickly became a downfall, as Sabi succumbed to exhaustion and grew dormant in his movement. Realizing he had to be decisive, Sabi asserted a decisive look for his downed companion. He bit the lid covering the needle, pulled it off and spat it aside.
"Listen, I'm sorry."

A Whole New World​

Part One​

Name: Sora Asai
Location: Cherrygrove Village
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A Whole New World​

Part Two​

Name: Sora Asai
Location: Cherrygrove Village.

Invetory: Notebooks x10, unspecified number of pens and pencils, List of Known Ice Type Pokemon, and a picture is sister drew.

Pokemon: Kurusu (Koru)
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A Whole New World​

Part Three​