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Ancient Dynasty; A Viper's Promise

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At first she didn't see her. She was too absorbed into the lyrics to note the other sitting across from her til like magnets do, she was seemingly drawn towards the other. There was no real exchange of words, Kyoko simply grappled onto Rosairie's arm and absolutely refused to let go and even death itself wasn't going to pry her off the comfort. Just a second ago she'd been acting her true mental age, but she'd seemingly reverted to the state of a clingy child who was far away from home, who didn't like it but wanted to like it and all she wanted was something to be normal, something to be familiar

Rosairie was familiar.

"...Wel...welcome back..." she mumbled, dropping the headphones to sit around her neck, "Welcome back Nee-chan..."
 
[OOC: Thanks. ^-^

Also, welcome back to both of you (Baker's Bulbasaur and Charon-chan).]

"Looks like you made it back." Chain stood behind Rosairie and Kyoko, hands casually slid into his pockets. For a moment, Chain was silent, as though performing a series of mental calculations. Then, briefly focusing his glance on Kyoko he held his open hand toward her, offering her two Pokeballs to her. "Here. These are yours."

Turning calmly toward both trainers, he quietly told them, "I don't know if you two heard the announcement or saw the charts, but both of you should know that you finished in the top seven of the tournament. Apparently, there will be some type of awards ceremony for the seven at the WaiWai Inc. building at ten o'clock this morning." An odd glint passed through Chain's eyes as he steadily continued, "Valen and Reina both made it to the top seven, too. So, there's a chance they might be at the 'ceremony'." The trainer paused, as though permitting the others time to think. Then, as the same odd light returned to his eyes, he asked noncholantly, "Do you plan on going?"
 
........''Ir's only a matter of time my young friend'' ''Nothing you can do to prevent it'' ''Nothing at all'' ''You have no choice in the matter'' ''The events have already begun, leading to what will be yours'' ''You will have what is yours by right'' ''it is your destiny...''

''BAH!!''
A young male, suddenly sprang to attention, in an upright position. He was in a cold sweat, and his blonde hair was irratbly rubbing the rim of his forehead. He reaised both his hands, sweeped it out of the way, and began to rub his eyes, wether out of trying to rid himself of sleep, they were hurting...or disbelief of something he had thought he had seen, even he didn't know, but if one thing and one thing only was absolutely certain, it was that someone, or something, wasn't too keen on Jeffery James being...comfortable.
Slowly his natrual senses began to stand to attention, and he came to realise that he was sitting upright, in a small bed, with a bed cover overtop of him, he was wearing a pair of light blue Pjamas.

''Wha...Ho...Whe...'' He began to mutter, having just removed his clenched fists from there task of seeminly rubbing out his eyeballs. He began to observe his location, and found that he was infact on the top bunk of a double bed, looking upwards, the celing was close. He sweeped his legs out of the cover, and jumped down off of his bed, without thinking. Thankfully, he landed on a soft furry carpet. He was in a fairly large room, which he seemed to be sharing with a dark haired male, still fast asleep in the bottom bunk. Without stopping to think about the situation, he spotted his bag on the floor nearby, which he sweeped up, and ignoring the fact he was wearing just Pjamas, opened the door and walked out of it
''I....I...I have to find the girls...''

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OOC - I thought seeing as me plushie nd yibber are so far behind, we can make it sound as if, i was put to bed because of my being knocked unconsciece, and the girls also stayed in the pokemon centre. Once JJ finds them they can simply explain that to him, and then we can improvice up to the point of finding out we are to attend the ceremony. any objections or different ideas are fine, this i just saw as the simplist one.
 
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>.>; Sorry I couldn't post last night

And that I probably can't post today. @_@ After this anyways

I kinda... uh... got my foot stomped on and badly jammed/bruised/sprained my toe. >.>; and it hurts like a Fish Toed Elmo Eater. o-o And so yeah. I gotta keep it up and that makes typing all werid. xD; So don't expect to see me around for alot of teh day today and tomorow.

^-^ -is stupid-

Anyways, I'll post IC next hour. -nodnod-
 
OOC: Pwhee! Welcome back, BB! ^________________^ As for the whole waking up scenario...ahh...there would be a little idea I came up with which Plushie said she'd follow, nothing you've written this far conflicts with it, though, so that's okay. =D I'll PM the thing to you along with a summary of the events so we don't spoil for the rest, m'kay?

Oh, and I'm sorry about your foot/toe, Mika. That must feel awful. o.o Meh, injuring oneself through stupidity I can symphatize with...that's how I managed to flay about half the skin away from one of my toes...tsk, tis' all about a malicious piece of furniture that lunged at me and didn't give enough time to dodge. -.-

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Valen couldn't help grinning a little at Reina's last comment, "She certainly didn't seem to have much experience of this kind of fighting, that's for sure." he remarked, "I saw her briefly, flailing and spinning about, all the time hollering like a fishwife. It's a small miracle that she's got any voice left after that." the boy took a brief pause, contemplating on whether to mention the way he swiped those KOs from the girl too, but deciding against it, "Last I saw she was getting desperate trying to shoo of a pack of Poochyenas." the boy finished, covering up his bitterness about the way his help had been reacted to with a dismissive tone of voice, "I can't believe she placed higher than you, though."

The boy fell silent for a moment, wondering what to speak of next when he suddenly noticed a peculiar shadow briefly falling over him. Peering up while holding one hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, he managed to catch a glimpse of a sizeable Pidgeot carrying a lone human, probably its trainer towards the city.

"That's...odd." Valen remarked, his eyes narrowing a bit, "With the lockdown in place, no-one should be able to get in or out like that." he took a brief pause before adding, with clear distaste in his voice, "Whoever it is must certainly have friends in high places."
 
Rosairie smiled as Kyoko clung, limpet-style, to her arm. "Hey, sissy! What's...wrong...?" she asked catiously. A few moments ago Kyoko had been acting her age... and now, she had reverted to little-lost-seven-year-old mode. Rosairie sighed as Chain walked over.

As he began to explain, Rosairie's brow furrowed in confusion.
"How on earth did I get into the top seven?" she asked, "I saw boys walking around with kills in the thirties and fourties, I barely got twenty..." she trailed off. Everyone that was on the lsit had arrived together. That was suspicious.
 
OOC: *ish confuzzled* Why's the thread show Alter's last post as the last one when Charon has posted after him? o.o Oh well, I guess once I post this it should right itself. *posts with the intent of editing with an IC so she can see the thread fixed* Ahh! There we go! That's better. XD

Well, ahem, enough of that... um, yay for plots I don't know about! It'll be funner to read that way! ^-^

Awww! Mika!! I'm so sorry about your toe! I just hate it when you're the one to hurt yourself; you just feel so stupid and lame. Hope you feel better soon. ;.;


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"Heh, yeah, I wonder how she did better than me too... perhaps her 'Daddy' purchased some decent battling pokemon for her so she wouldn't have to do any work," Reina suggested, assuming that Rosairie was like most rich girls who got through life on the backs of their parents. It was disgusting how some of them would scream and plead until they got a good sum of money to buy a designer shirt with from their mothers or fathers.

As Valen indicated that a Pidgeot was flying overhead, Reina thought it a bit odd too. She shook her head, "Maybe it's Rosairie's 'Daddy', coming to rescue her from the horrible Twilight City. Ugh... we could only hope." She paused for a moment, thinking of what pokemon she had knocked out in the competition, and figured that she should have gone for better ones to get some good points.

"I should have let that girl's battle with that Squirtle go... I could've found a stronger pokemon to beat. I couldn't help it though; her lame Pichu was better-suited as a plushie on her bed than as an opponent of a Squirtle!" Reina said, frowning about how annoying baby pokemon were, "Oh well, Rosairie can gloat all she wants, you never know who the better trainer is until you battle one-on-one with each other."

Tabansi clicked his wings softly. {Ah... I still think it was mean to take those points from that girl...,} the bug said in a low voice.
 
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[OOC: I hope you feel better, +Mika+. ^-^;; That sounds painful.]

"Apparently, everyone but the seven somehow forfeited," Chain responded, silently noting the suspicion that crossed Rosairie's features. It seems she's wary of this event as well. Still, given the circumstances, it would be stranger not to be suspicious than to be.

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Upload complete. Proceeding to infiltrate WaiWai Inc. database. Circuit sat within the internet, finalizing its upload of the files it had downloaded the previous day. Having finished this task, a swirl of data briefly surrounded the creature as it vanished.

Deciding against its normal method of infiltration, Porygon patiently waited outside the WaiWai Inc. firewall for an opportunity to enter with a more subtle method than it was accustomed to. And, after several minutes, such an opportunity arrived. Attaching itself to an incoming e-mail directed toward a WaiWai Inc. employee, the digital Pokemon then swiftly detached as it entered the employee's inbox.

Placing itself withing a currently unoccupied terminal, Porygon procceeded to access the company network and scan the locked files.
 
{ooc| this work is hard work! nrrr... silly work experience.... my legs hurt from running up and down the stairs so much, and I think I pulled a muscle in my calf... Nrrr... *whinges*

Anyway, pity, for Mika~! Even though it's not broken |D}

Rosairie paused. "Now, I really don't like the sound of this..." she paused, thinking sternly. "The odds that we all get chosen together, that must be about two-thousand to one. Like, I'm gonna state the obvious here, but someone's been tinkering around." Rosairie ran a manicured hand through her hair, letting it fall over her eyes. She didn't want Chain or Kyoko to see she was afraid. If Henna had been out, Rosairie knew what she would have said: 'This stinks like a trap, my dear.' It most certainly did, but what could she do? By running away, Reina and Valen would surely thin she was weak and fearfull, or even worse, spoilt.

It was the one thing Rosairie hated to be called (after 'fat' and 'ugly', of course); she couldn't stand to be called spoilt. So maybe she had a lot of money. That didn't mean her parents lavished her with gifts or affection. They mostly ignored her, actually.
Rosairie scanned the crowd, searching for that girl Reina ('If she even is a girl, just look at the way she dresses!') and Valen ('ungrateful swine') but to her relief she saw neither. She wouldn't have to crush them in battle just yet.
 
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;_; You guys are so nice to a klutzy like meeee. T__T -hands out cookies-

>.> I have a superhuman power. I can find a way to trip down any flight of stairs I come across.



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But she wasn't clinging to Rosairie because she was happy about her being back. She wasn't clinging because she really wanted to either. This situation was starting to bother her more and more by the moment, "....Nee-chan... Nii-san... I don't... like this." She forcefuly detached herself from Rosairie, looking up at Chain with fully widened eyes, "Something's not right... something's just not right..." Her hands remained clasped against her chest, her body quivering slightly. There was just a werid feeling in the air and she didn't like it, she didn't like it at all, "Nii-san... What's going on here?" She gently reached foward, tugging on his wrist til she got a pretty decent look at his face, "Do you know what's going on?"

Swallowing hard, she let go of his wrist and turned to the side, hands putting her pokeballs on her waist before letting her arms slip behind her waist, "...Whatever your answer... we need to go to the board. We'll have time to eat later." Don't let them see you sweat. Don't let them see you sweat.
 
Chain was silent for a long moment, indecision beginning to cloud his mind. Rosairie and Kyoko had both clearly evinced their suspicions and seemed laden with worry--if not fear. However, would providing the two with their desired information mitigate or simply worsen such apprehensions? For a brief moment, Chain's green-gold eyes dimmed as he lowered them slightly. If they saw a chance that their fears might be realized . . . If they saw this and decided to back out, perhaps it might be better after all. His gaze shifted to one side. They've no idea what they're getting into. Do I really have a right to try to draw them into this? Then again, I doubt any of us--Valen, Reina, the rest of the seven . . . even, or rather especially, me--know how deep this runs. Somehow, I get the feeling that there is far more to this than I have seen. The light returned to Chain's eyes. But, whatever happens, I will never again allow it to be like that time. I won't let others pay the consequences for my mistakes.

Stepping forward, Chain quietly said, "You're both right. I don't doubt that there's something happening here. You don't need to get involved with it if you don't want to, though. That decision is yours."

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Through its searches, Circuit discovered a number of folders containing various employee profiles and records. Only one specific set, however, seemed of note. Under particularly high security, the profiles were of an entirely different nature. And, the content of each file never directly indicated a concrete connection with WaiWai Inc. Deciding that such a folder matched Chain's specifications sufficiently, the Porygon swiftly downloaded the files before resuming its search.
 
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OOC: Oooo-kay, am I the only one who thinks Circuit is getting around a bit too easily? o.o Ya' know, I'm pretty sure that a big company like Waiwai Inc. would have tighter security, and at the very least some kind of protection from suspicious e-mail attachments. -.- Anyhow, just as a note; the more...compromising parts of the profiles would not be included in the profile itself, but rather, they'd be references to other files, complicated, but also harder to find. Oh, and of course the files being referred to would have security code upon security code protecting them, because Slythe is a paranoid loon and wouldn't have it any other way.

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"That sounds plausible..." Valen commented at Reina's first remark, "Yet somehow I doubt it, that Jolteon alone seemed rather...neurotic, far too undsciplined to be a proffessionally raised one, and the rest of her team discipline didn't seem much better." the boy scoffed reproachfuly, "It figures...a bad trainer does terrible things to a pokémon's mental state."

"Yeah, you can always hope I guess..." the boy added in response to Reina's later comment, "But I'm afraid I'm not that lucky, and besides..." he added, nodding towards the figure of the Pidgeot which quickly reappeared in the sky, "It's returning without a passenger..."

Valen took a brief pause, "I've been wondering..." he added after a while, "What do you make of this Chain-person?"

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"Again?!"

Vincent's carefully neutral expression briefly faultered into rage as Iris delivered another report about suspicious activity in the database.

"And the employee profiles to top it all..." he added, "Insolent little hacker. Well, he's not getting off so easily this time..." the security chief returned to adress his assistant, "Iris, head over to the database and exterminate the intruder, use the new program. But before you do, I want all contact to that machine cut, no network access, no e-mails, nothing. And don't reopen until you have eliminated any and all traces of suspicious programs. Understood?"

{Affirmative.} the digitalized voice replied in its usual montone, {Block all access to database and exterminate intruder.}

"Good." Vincent replied, "Get to it." And don't fail this time... he added in his mind, We really can't afford that information falling into the wrong hands...
 
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OOC: Yes I would think that Waiwai would have a good deal of security surrounding its worker profiles. ^^;

Anyway... Kingdom Hearts 2 is still sucking my soul out. >.> I went through like 3 worlds yesterday! @_@ *is braindead* Luckily, I think the Lion King world just popped up! Hip hip hoorah! *wants to see the cute lion cub Sora* :3


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"Chain?" Reina echoed, raising an eybrow in thought, "Hm... that's a good question." She had tried to figure out Chain, but he was always quite mysterious and puzzling. It seemed that Valen must've had some trouble figuring what to think of him, otherwise he wouldn't be asking about it.

After thinking for a moment, Reina continued with her response. "I could speculate, but I honestly don't know what to think about Chain. I first met him when I was talking with, uh, JJ," Reina faultered a little, remembering Valen's opinion on the blonde, "And he seemed like a decent person then. I can't figure out why he lets Kyoko and Rosairie stay around him; they're so... different. Plus he had that disc of hacked information... he must have a lot of experience in the area of hacking. He doesn't seem like a bad person though, but... he doesn't really say much, so it's not like I have much to go on. He does seem quite perceptive though, so I have a feeling there's a lot more up in that head of his than we hear come out of his mouth. Like when he speaks, we only get half of the story."

Tabansi clicked his wings in thought. Reina sure did talk openly with people; this had always been a problem with her. She was a little too trusting at times around people, and this worried him because this was always how she got hurt. He was surprised she still had the ability to trust, that she hadn't become as selective of who to trust as Valen was. Valen... Tabansi still didn't quite know what his opinion of the boy before him was, there was just too much he didn't know.
 
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Hmm.. Yes, it does take me a while to realize it when BB gets back. xD


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Avery was suddenly aware of the fact that she had a slight headache, finally awakening from a sleep that had come all too suddenly. Before she opened her eyes, Avery began rubbing her forehead with one hand, almost willing it to go away, but as stubborn as headaches are, that wasn't going to do much. Slowly getting into a sitting position, Avery slowly open her eyes so she could take in her surroundings.

She was currently sitting on a single bed, covered with sheets that matched the color of the room's furry blue carpet. The room itself was actually quite large, to the point where it was big enough to house a set of bunk beds on the opposite wall from her, as well as a long table against the wall opposite the door. On this particular table were a few bags, including Avery's black sling bag.

After taking in all this, Avery blinked once before exploding.

"What the-!? H-How did I get here? Ack! Was I knocked out and kidnapped!?" Avery shouted, hugging herself in fear, eyes widening. There was a small snicker from above, causing Avery to instantly look up towards the sound. And there, on the wall above her, was Fable, entertained by her recent hysteria, still laughing and snickering.

{Fable thought Avery was always the optimistic one.} The Sableye commented, crawling down from his position on the wall so he was at Avery's eye level.

"Well, uh, it's kinda freaky when you just wake up somewhere, you know." Avery retorted, folding her arms. "Which brings up the question of.. where are we!?" She exclaimed, practically demanding an answer.

Fable cocked his head to one side, grinning, apparently enjoying the situation immensely. {Why, Avery and Fable are the Pokemon Center, of course. Doesn't Avery remember? When the more considerate nurses sent you all off to bed? They said it was for the JJ boy's own good, to spend the night here. Was Avery having hallucinations again?}

Avery scowled. "I was most certainly not having hallucinations! O-Of course I remember.. being told to spend the night here.. I guess. So where are the others? You said they were here, too!" Avery exclaimed.

{And Avery said she was not having hallucinations! So Avery does not need Fable to tell her anything at all, no he isn't! Because Avery..} Fable paused, leaping onto his Trainer's head. {..remembers where the others went.}

Avery didn't try to argue with him any further, slowly getting up off of the bed so as not to give herself a bigger headache, not that having a Sableye perched on her head helped much. She found herself wearing the same clothes as yesterday (a thought which brought up the priority of changing said clothes once she found the others) as she walked toward the room's only table, grabbing her sling bag from it and walking towards the door once she was sure that Cona and JJ must've been put in different rooms.



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Well that came out kinda long.. o.o
 
[OOC: My apologies. ^-^;;]

A set of data screens hovered about Circuit, binary code streaming across each, save one. On that one, two words repeatedly flashed: Access Denied. Its digital expression unchanging, the Porygon continued its attempts at entering a new area of the network. Suddenly, a new screen materialized beside the Pokemon, crimson data flowing through it. With no apparent movement, the Porygon directed its attention toward the alert. Realizing its danger, Circuit swiftly closed the screens about it as it recalled Chain's directions. At the moment, the Porygon's first priority was escape.

Pieces of data briefly surrounded the Pokemon before it vanished in a flash of light. Within seconds, however, it reappeared at the same location. All connections to the terminal had been severed; Circuit was trapped.

For a long moment, the digital Pokemon remained still as it attempted to process the recent events. The only acquisition the Porygon had made was a single, locked folder. Even this lack of success was not its first worry, though. Unable to escape, Circuit found itself unable to properly execute Chain's directions. And, being prevented from fulfilling its orders, the Pokemon was having difficulty forumlating its next action.
 
Rosairie sighed. "I think our best bet is to...go to the ceramony and play things by ear." she looked to Kyoko, and then to Chain. "If things look really dodgy, well....I'm sure we'll find a way out together."
In all honesty, Rosairie's curiosity had been sparked; she was eager to find out why exactly she and her friends were being summoned - and why they were expected to fall into such a blatant trap.
She clapped her hands together. "I want to get invovled. Despite the danger."
She stood up, and stared towards the board. Where to now?
 
The blonde boy stepped out into the corridoor, his eyes traveled the facility, left and right, as straight ahead was just plain wall. Trusting his instincts, he swung his bag onto his right shoulder, and took a right, walking past many doors at slow speed, perhaps in hope that one may just spring open and a sign saying ''In here'' may pop up.
But my god....his head was husting so bad.

Whats the deal?.... he thought irratably. I mean at first it was bad enough, and slowly getting even more painful, but whats annoying is...i don't even know what it is! By no means is this just a headache, i've had migranes before, Headaches, the lot, and nothing like this...

It wasn't so much the pain, but more the fac that he was finding it hard to think, even see occasionally, as everything would go a little blurry.
As Jeffery continued to walk, his eyes found a small TV like screen on the wall, walking towards it for a better observation, he began to read.

After he was done, a confused look was rested on his face, he, along with others had been invited to a ceremony to celebrate them winning the very tournament that he had come to this place for.
Many thoughts were added to his already over-confused head.
Wasn't it just a little strange that after the peculiar events tha has protuded from it, that there were still plans to go on with a celebration ceremony? Surely that guy who they had met earlier...who was it? The one who ran the entire thing....Vincent? Wouldn't he have more pressing matters at hand?

JJ's eyes scrolled down the names of the winners, and his jaw dropped a little.

Reina? Avery? Cona?, what the?....either this is just a lucky coinsidence or something else is up...I don't get it...

His eyes then met another name, 'Valen'. Instantly, convinced something was up, ignoreing his natrual instincts telling him he was overacting, he ripped his attentiona way from the screen and began to walk down the corridoor, when as if someone had answered his wish, a door just ahead burs open, and Avery walked out, looking just as lost...

JJ smiled, and called out her name
''Avery!''
No sooner had he gotten the words out of his mouth, then did he find himself falling to a knee on the floor, grasping his head.
''Aaargh..'' he muttered with grief. It was getting worse...what ever, it, was.
Not wanting Avery to see him like this, he aruptly jumped bac to his feet, and smiled at her casually.
 
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=3 Poor Mel... she doesn't even understand the true ebil soul sucking powers of KH2 yet... -gigglesmirk-

Just you wait til The World that Never Was and Lion King revisited. >.>; that fight eats souls.



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"W-wait a second." Kyoko pressed one hand out towards the others while her other reached for the now fiercely rumbling ball on her waist. "M-m-matte." Tossing the ball upwards, she tilted her head slightly at it. Why on earth did Shuppy want out now?

The purple fog that covered the ghost type was soon clarified by the two yellow eyes now staring intently on Chain's face, /Before we go anywhere, you need to explain to these two what you, and partially I, already know. If you're trully getting us involved, don't hide things from us./ The ghost knew very well what she was asking. She was point blank demanding that Chain fess up to the conversation in the hotel, the one he'd purposely left Kyoko and Rosaire out of. If they could honestly trust him, he had to trust them

Kyoko blinked, eyes widening lightly, "Nii-san...? Do... you know something?" She stepped towards him lightly, raising to her tiptoes to get closer to him eye-level wise, her hand winding around his wrist, "Nii-san? What do you know?"
 
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OOC: No worries, Kogenta. Happens to the best of us. And anyway, the problem seems quite nicely remedied now. >D

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"Yeah, he does love his cryptic phrases, doesn't he?" Valen remarked, nodding at Reina's answer, "Kind of makes me wonder what he's trying to hide behind it, though..." he added in a slightly suspicious tone, "Oh well, at least he seems to be a man of his word, and that's not too bad in my book, still...what I can't figure out is why he seems so persistent on making us all work together..." the boy frowned a bit, "...and why he's sticking to the company of those two clueless females. You have a point there." he took a brief pause, "But then again, that Kyoko is pretty much like a parasite, attaching herself to others and leeching off their success as she does." his tone was definitely reproachful at this last remark, "He's probably too polite to shake her off."

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Out in the Waiwai Inc. Database, Iris was out performing a scan of her vicinity, quickly locating...two strange signals? The virtual pokémon stopped for a moment, pondering whether she should report this new incident to the master or not but deciding against it...eliminate all traces of suspicious programing, that was what he had said and that was what she would do. Steeling herself for the task to come, the Porygon 2 turned back to tracing the closest signal, only to find that there was...only one again? Iris was thoroughly confused at this point, but, no matter...it was probably just a false-read, and the other one...now this one wasn't going anywhere.

With this in mind, the virtual pokémon proceeded to engage her opponent. Due to its etheral nature, fighting over cyberspace wasn't a particularly simple matter, however, or at least, it didn't use to be...{Use the new program...} the Porygon 2 repeated dutifully, quickly processing the data involved and triggering it, the fuzzy, indeterminate surroundings suddenly taking up a clear shape; specifically, a simple, quadratic room consisting of the usual quadratic patterns on otherwise black background which constituted the stereotypical view of a virtual battle zone. BattleNet...who would have thought that the toy program could have had such practical applications?

{Engaging...} Iris said simply, her body quickly morphing to take up the shape of a sharp spearhead before she lunged straight at her opponent in an empowered Double-Edge attack.

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Meanwhile back in the real world, a small creature silently slipped into the room which housed the computer containing the Waiwai Inc. database, the single, dark red lens constituting the creature's only eye blinking a few times before it scanned the area for any signs of life and, finding none in its immediate vicinity, let out a small beeping sound as it proceeded to float across the room, its dark blue metal body hovering just a bit above ground level and sticking as closely to the shadows as it could until it reached its destination, attaching to the computer in an equally quiet manner. Yes, it had to carry out the mistress' orders right now, and no, it couldn't get caught, for the mistress had said that it shouldn't and that it should come back in once piece, and it was to obey the mistress, for the mistress was the nice person you had to obey, yes, of course she was nice, how else could she sing such a nice song? Yes, how could she bring about the nice song in that even now resounded in the Beldum's mind? Surely only a nice person could do that, and it had to obey the nice person.

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Meanwhile, standing on the shaded side of the Waiwai Inc. Building, a slightly peculiar woman stood, glancing up at the building ahead and softly humming a tune under her breath while slowly rocking back and forth, the delicate arms wrapped around herself and the hood of her dark brown monk's robe held slightly up, obscuring her features a bit. Yet even that which could be seen held something disturbing in it...one couldn't say that there was something directly wrong with her, unusual though the teal hair sticking out from beneath the hood was. The fair skin, the clear blue eyes, nothing in them seemed directly treathening or dangerous, nor did the rather shapely body, slightly toned down by her baggy robe thought it was, nor the almost childishly smooth face. And yet...somehow she still seemed a bit...odd, odd in the most dangerous sense of the word.

"My...my..." she said for herself, stroking her chin lightly as she observed the structure, "Isn't that a delightful little wrinkle? Mmmmhmmm...I wonder what that toy would say if he knew this?" the woman smirked slightly, quickly discarding the robe with a flick of her wrist, revealing a slightly less conspicious outfit, bright white and quite similar to the standard one that mediums wore, but slightly less baggy.

"This should be...sufficient." she continued, briefly running a hand through her shoulder-length hair to make it a bit less messy, "Now to check up on the delightful little puppets..." she gave off a distinctly girlish giggle which sounded strangely out of place from someone who already seemed to be in her mid-twenties, "...and maybe...that one with all the accessories too. If I get a chance...mmmhmm, I don't know how old steeljaw can be so dull about such exciting prospects..." her eyes gleamed with mischief, "Keep me informed." the woman shot psychically, briefly turning her attention back to the building to make the focusing process easier, "But stay hidden until I command otherwise."

Without waiting for any kind of reply from her indetermined accomplice within the building, the woman turned on her heels and began walking towards the pokémon center, once again quietly humming the tune from before under her breath.

OOC: Pwhee, quadruple perspective! I'm on a roll! xD Anyways, the...new character...well, some people might know a bit about her. The others...you'll just have to wait and see...>D
 
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OOC: *looks at Mika's OOC* What?! Great... I don't think my soul can take it... >.< *has to wander around and level up on KH2 because stupid Demyx is too hard for her* Grrrr....

And Alter, that's the first time I've seen a quad-spective post!! ^-^ Lots of stuff is happening in places. XD And hopefully I wasn't one of those people who are supposed to know who that woman is... because I don't. ^^;


Reina
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For a moment, Reina considered the reasons why Chain would want them all to work together. Why was he pushing for that? Perhaps he was just the kind of person that was bothered by arguing and confrontations... or maybe he had some kind of past experiences in conflict managing within groups of people. Groups of people; they weren't even a group! They were just a small number of acquaintances, some of them getting along better than others. There was no 'group', they were not on a team.

Or were they? They were all against those odd, hooded people. That must have been why he thought they should get along. They were all on the same side really. Well, Reina knew she would probably never get along with Rosairie... maybe Kyoko, if the girl would just stop being so pathetic and clingy. JJ she could work with, that was already established. Avery and Cona she didn't know well wnough yet, but Avery at least seemed nice enough. Cona was a little strange, but so was Tabansi. And of course there was Valen, who was now talking about Kyoko being a parasite and Chain being too polite.

Reina smiled a bit, "That reminds me of earlier yesterday, when all the girls had surrounded you like some sort of fan club. Heh, I felt so sorry for you. I thought for sure you would have just told them to get lost, but I guess you were just being polite as well, hm?" An image was suddenly conjured in her mind, Valen making his way through the crowds, Avery, Cona, and Rosairie flanking his sides. There had also been another boy--the one that Valen had beaten up near the elevator--and Reina briefly wondered what had happened to him.

Tabansi looked around at their surroundings, trying to monitor things. He didn't want to be caught off-guard. With yesterday's chant and this upcoming ceremony, one could never be too careful.
 
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