OOC: On crack? Me? Never...*Shakes head* Crack is for sissies, I'm on...CARROT JUICE! >D *Cackles manicaly and swigs down a whole bottle of carrot juice in one go*
Yeah...that's the stuff. Keeps em' evil penguins away...*Mutters to self like a loon* evil penguins trying to steal my sanity...had no choice but to give up the sea lion, no room...no room...we weren't evil, my little turnip...no...just misunderstood, is all.
Oh, and I'm on NetBattle too...m'yeess...been very much on NetBattle today...taught many meanie Ubershippers not to mess with my little cuties...
Begin Turn #18
Groudon used Rock Slide!
(118 damage)
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Dingaling Doom woke up!
Dingaling Doom used Psychic!
(36% damage)
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The sunlight is strong.
Dingaling Doom's Leftovers restored its HP a little!
End of turn #18
Alto Mando Jury Mc's Groudon: 64% HP
Alter Ego (UU)'s Dingaling Doom (Chimecho): 83 HP
Begin Turn #19
Groudon used Rock Slide!
Groudon's attack missed!
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Dingaling Doom used Psychic!
(37% damage)
Groudon's Special Defense fell!
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The sunlight is strong.
Dingaling Doom's Leftovers restored its HP a little!
End of turn #19
Alto Mando Jury Mc's Groudon: 27% HP
Alter Ego (UU)'s Dingaling Doom: 103 HP
Begin Turn #20
Groudon used Rock Slide!
(103 damage)
Dingaling Doom fainted!
Alter Ego (UU) sent out Spaghetti? (Lv.100 Tangela)!
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The sunlight is strong.
End of turn #20
Alto Mando Jury Mc's Groudon: 27% HP
Alter Ego (UU)'s Spaghetti?: 328 HP
Begin Turn #21
Spaghetti? used Solar Beam!
(27% damage)
It's super effective!
Groudon fainted!
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Sorry...couldn't help posting that. It's just so darned fun to sweep through whole OU teams with supposedly "weak" pokémon like Tangela and Chimecho. xD
Anyways, you want to see Alphimega, Mika? Well, looking up Tsukasa's profile from the Members List and then just check the RPs he's started is an easy way to find it, but since you asked so nice...here's a
link. Oh, and the posting gets better later on...original ones are kind of...questionable in length, but what can I tell you? We were still beginners back then, plus, you had to post fast or everyone else would post in between and make you edit. Anywho...read and rejoice, I guess. ^^
IC:
Solitude...why could this lousy city not provide even something remotely resemblant of solitude?
For what felt like ages Valen had been trudging through the crowds...so many people...so many voices...an endless sea of eyes all staring at him. Well, that was what he felt like at the moment, anyway.
'Why...why can't they just leave me alone?' he had repeated this question many times in his head, hands clenched into fists as he tried to block them out from his thoughts like he usually did, but for some reason it didn't work this time...the voices stuck in his head persistently, voices upon voices none of which belonged to him. He tried to clear his mind, tell himself to stop acting like a fool and to conceal his emotions again, but the voices overrode his own, blocking it out...drowning it...suffocating it...
"Remember, play nice, loveh."
"Not to mention
your name. That'd be a nice thing to know. Introduce yourselves, people, we may as well get to know each other before the tournament!"
"GAHAH!!YOU ADMIT IT!!!"
"F-for God's sake, get a hold of yourself! You're scaring Si!"
"Hey! Watch it buddy! I'm holding a lost Mawile here!"
"What you pursue will be yours, but you'll lose something dear."
"When the time comes, the choice will come for you, do not fail in it if you appreciate what hangs in the balance..."
''Hey man whats wrong? your bleeding... you're not hurt are you?''
"If you promise to give that to him I'll see if I can't smuggle you in a milk shake of some sort. Also...is your head okie? You looked like it really hurt."
"So like, would ya' mind getting up so I could get those sheets in order?"
"You stay away from me! You did enough last night with your pathetic little show!"
"There may come a time when you need to decide where your priorities lie and who you will fight beside. Just something to think about."
"Um, see you later!"
"ENOUGH!"
Valen finally managed to get his own voice to override all of the others, but unfortunately, it had come out in far more than just his mind. The boy blinked, taking in his surroundings again, noticing a single bystander giving him a scared look before dashing off. Still confused, Valen slowly retracted his hands from the top of his head - he had not even been aware of their location until then - and peered around. He was...in a forest of some kind, no, a park...yes, that could be the only explanation for the grass-covered ground and the tall trees and various other plants surrounding him, but this...this was larger than your average overcity park, which basically amounted to the youth not being able to see a street om any given direction, although he could have sworn that he had seen an elegantly shaped metallic gate in the distance.
"So...this is some kind of botanic garden or some junk like that..." he muttered for himself, finally spotting the neatly paved path on his left, separated from the vegetation by a token fence, more meant for keeping people from accidentally trodding the plants, or so it seemed.
"Over here, warden!"
The voice of the bystander from before interrupted Valen's thoughts, and getting caught for something like trodding a lawn would be just plain stupid, so, noticing that there weren't any eye-witnesses in his immediate surroundings, the youth immediately proceeded to conceal himself behind the trunk of the nearest tree, pressing himself tightly against the moist bark and doing his best to silence the breathing.
"Don't see nothing here..." came a gruff female voice from the direction of the walkway, "Are you sure you saw right?"
"I'm positive." replied a slightly high-pitched, geeky kind of male voice "He was crouching down right over there and screaming about something being enough. Honest."
'What am I doing?' Valen though for himself, keeping his eyes shut for reasons unknown to him,
'How did I get there?'
"Well, only one way to find out." the female voice concluded, "Bellsprout! Go check it out!"
"Sproout!"
The innocent voice of the grass pokémon only served to increase Valen's growing feeling of panic, Bellsprouts might not have been the greatest of trackers, but with his heavy boots he'd probably leave an easily traced path wherever he went, and...the sprout pokémon was already approaching...still, a rather desperate plan hatched in the boy's mind.
"Hold..." he whispered quietly as the grass type came into view and, surprisingly enough, the Bellsprout obeyed, standing there and staring for the moment, its two innocent round eyes focused on Valen.
"You...didn't see anything..." the boy continued, hoping that the half-poison type of the sprout would be enough to grant him some influence, "Go back...and tell her that it was nothing..."
The Bellsprout simply stood there for a moment more, giving the boy a quizzical look before turning around and scampering back to its trainer.
"Well?" the female voice demanded.
"Sprout! Bee-el-sprout!"
Valen once again felt his pulse racing, unsure of what would follow.
"Nothing? Are you sure?"
"Sprout."
The boy heaved a sigh of relief, relaxing his pose slightly but maintaining his stealth.
"Well, there you have it." the warden concluded, her voice growing slightly fainter as she apparently turned to adress the other person "There's nothing there. And I'd like to ask you, sir, not to bother me with any further false alarms."
"But-" the male protested, "I swear there was-"
"Enough." concluded the female voice, "I have actual work to do and you are not helping, come on, Bellsprout."
The sound of departing footsteps on the walkway soon became audible, rapidly dissapearing out of earshot.
"I wasn't imagining it..." the male voice concluded after a while, its owner apparently stopping to cast a final sulking glance at the spot where Valen had been before the sound of a second pair of moving feet announced his departure as well.
Valen still remained in hiding for a moment longer, waiting until he was perfectly sure that no-one was around, at which point he quickly left his hiding spot, stepping over the fence and onto the walkway and briskly brushing off as many remnants of dirt from himself as he could to eliminate potential evidence.
'That...was too close.' he thought for himself as he began strolling among the plants in search of an exit,
'I really need to watch where I'm going...now if I could only find an exit from this stupid garden and find a place where I could have some peace and-' he paused, suddenly spotting something at the side of his path; specifically, a turn in the walkway which looked...well, older than the rest, a pair of large-leafed bush-like plants growing on both sides obscuring it almost completely from view. Solitude...if there was any place in this city where such a thing could be found, it would probably be here...the boy didn't know why, but a strange little feeling of intuition within his mind just told him that this was the case, and at the moment, he really didn't feel like arguing with it, brushing aside the plants with one side and slipping onto the side-path.
Well...it was a path in the vaguest sense of the word, consisting of little more than a paved walkway, its tiles slightly crumbled and worn with age, which soon dissipated to be replaced with a rickety plank construction which snaked its way amongst the vegetation, wobbling under the boy's weight.
'That's...odd...' Valen though as he balanced his way through, repeatedly being forced to push aside the far thicker vegetation with his hands, many of the branches striking back rather viciously as they returned to their original positions,
'You'd think that those control freaks wouldn't let anything here become so...run down.'
Just as he came to end this thought, the vegetation finally opened up a bit, revealing a small clearing with a large, black stone slab, expertly crafted into a plaque, in the center, a circular platform made of seemingly ancient wood surrounding it, apparently a memorial of some sort.
The slab itself was mostly overgrown with plantlife, but there was still some writing to be seen, the markings, if somewhat old-fashioned as letters went, still legible on the surface of the stone. Intrigued, the boy walked forward, carefully grabbing a hold of the main cluster of vegetation and unceremoniously ripping it off before proceeding to investigate the writing.
"Fortis operor non vereor sepulchrum?" the boy scoffed at the inscription on the top, it was probably latin or some other posh language like that...show-offs, and the same continued throughout the rest of the slab, the meaning of the words quite eluding Valen. Still, he couldn't help feeling that they were...important, somehow, and just standing there in the clearing made him feel strangely safe, shielded from the outside world by the thick canopy around him, and right now...that was all that mattered to him. Settling down by the foot of the stone, the boy slowly leant against it, ignoring the slightly cold dampness of the rock as he adjusted into a lying position, turning his gaze up towards the treetops, a memory from long ago slowly seeping into his mind and overriding all the other thoughts he had been aiming to process...
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It was twilight, the sun having all but completed its journey over Stonewall Town and now proceeding to set down beyond the horizon, tinting the clouds in the sky with various shades of purple and red and giving the scenery an unusually nice appearance, despite it still being early spring with the outside temperatures to match. Lying in the shade of the Stonewall orphanage, the attention of the ten-year old Valen was by no means focused on the sunset, his eyes instead bearing a slightly glazed look as he turned his gaze towards the mountain peaks towering beyond the town limits, awaiting the coming spectacle of the Zubats' insect hunt with growing anticipation, but alas...not all knew to treat this occasion with the appropriate reverence.
"Don't do it! Just-just don't!"
A shrill, girlish voice penetrated the blissful silence that had surrounded Valen, causing him to turn his gaze towards its source with considerable annoyance, just in time to spot a trio of children, all dressed in orphanage uniforms, a short distance away. The one who had screamed, he surmised, was the one in the center...clearly the youngest of them, about eight or so, the boy assumed, and a girl, small and rather scrawny, with short dark green hair which just barely reached her shoulders at the back. She had a decidedly panicked look in her dark brown eyes and looked as if she was about to burst into tears, as if girls ever did anything else.
"Don't do what?" inquired one of the two others, both of them boys, in a sleazy voice, dragging a hand through his shoddily cared blonde hair while the decidedly pointy nose and somewhat small, light blue eyes located on his freckled face both remained pointed firmly at the girl.
"Yeah, what he asked." added the dumber-looking one of the boys, this one slightly taller than his companion with long, reddish brown hair that hung partially across his face, "We ain't doing nothing to ya'...not since you so graciously decided to share that with us." he pointed a finger at something clutched tightly in one of the girl's hands, a cupcake, to be precise, of the kind which Mrs.Winters, generally acknowledged as being the nicest of the orphanage ladies, sometimes gave to particularly well-behaving children.
'So one of Mrs.Winters' perfect little angels got themselves a treat and now Colin and his little kiss-arse are taking it...' Valen thought for himself, scoffing at the infantility of the whole thing,
'Figures.'
"No! It's mine!" the girl protested shrilly, backing off a bit but finding herself awkwardly boxed in between the two older boys and the wall, tears of desperation beginning to run down her cheeks. "Just kick them in the balls and run." Valen muttered for himself, glaring in disgust at this show of weakness. Since when had crying ever made matters better?
"Now, now...don't you remember what Mrs.Winters said?" Colin remarked in mock-dissaproval, taking a step forward and putting on an imitation of an old lady's voice, "Dearies, share with your friends..." the other boy chuckled at this, probably in the hopes of maintaining his henchperson status, "You do want to be our friend, don't you...Cabbage-head?" he cast a mocking glance at the girl's hair at the last remark, taking another step closer and making her feel even more scared, which led to further crying and sobbing.
'Just get on with it, already.' Valen though irritably, casting another glance at the rapidly sinking sun, how was he supposed to enjoy the Zubats if those nimrods kept that racket going forever?
"I-I..." the girl stuttered, her eyes desperately flicking from side to side in the hopes of finding something...anything that could help, and, much to the boy's displeasure, they fell on Valen.
"I-I...HELP!" the cry came out both shrill and painfully loud, and its intended recipient did not go unnoticed by the two boys.
"Hah, no use calling out to him, Cabbage-head." Colin sneered dismissively, "He don't have the guts for it...do you, Valen?" he cast a disdainful glance at the purple-haired boy who, surprisingly enough, rose up, even though he did so in his own time, and still didn't say a word, nor spare as much as a glance for the girl as he walked over to the scene, only to turn around and begin walking away.
"See, what did I tell ya'?" Colin remarked, turning back to the girl with a triumphant expression on his face, snatching the cupcake from her hand, "Too much of a sissy to even speak up."
"Yeah." his henchperson added, "He runs away just lika little-GAH!"
The other boy was caught completely off guard as Valen suddenly spun around, delivering a strong punch straight to the other boy's stomach which caused him to double over in pain as he attempted to get his breath back while the purple-haired boy proceeded to move onward, utilizing the shock caused by his sudden assault to pin Colin against the wall.
"Put-put me down!" Colin screamed in a most unmanly fashion, all of the previous confidence drained from his features and replaced with fear for this manic-looking boy. The green-haired girl wasn't looking much safer, seemingly clinging to the wall behind her for dear life while watching the scene with the same fear-induced fascination that prey sometimes experience in front of an attacking viper just before it strikes, "I-I'll tell everyone about what you did and-and then you'll be sorry!"
"Is that so?" Valen inquired in a dangerously soft voice, "Then I suppose that I'll have to finish you off before you do that, won't I?"
Colin's eyes widened, "No..." he pleaded, "Please...don't. I'll-I'll do anything...I promise, I'll-"
"Hand over the cupcake." the older boy said simply, a line which might have sounded comical had the situation not been so serious. The boy in his grasp nodded timidly, releasing the object of the argument into Valen's free hand.
"Good." Valen said in an emotionless tone, releasing his grip of Colin's throat, "Now scram. And if you dare to disturb my peace again I'll take that pointy nose of yours and shove it up your backside, is that clear?"
Colin gave a terrified nod, quickly grabbing his friend, who had just started recovering from the assault, and rushing off without casting as much as a glance behind him. Valen knew that this was going to mean trouble for him, knew that they were both going to tell their respective tales of horrible suffering at the hands of the oh-so evil Valen. But in all honesty, the expression on Colin's face had almost been worth it, and no doubt this would grant him some more privacy during his outings...at least for a while.
"I-I..." the girl stammered, still unsure of what to make of the situation as Valen bluntly thrust the cupcake back into her hand.
"Don't look at me like that." he said flatly, noting the surprised but, at least almost, grateful look he recieved in return, "You probably got it all sweaty, anyway...not like I was going to eat it. And don't even start thinking that I did this for you." he cast a very brief glance at the green-haired one, her mouth opening and shutting like that of a fish struggling to breath, "I've just got a problem with that guy. Now get back to wherever you were supposed to be and leave me alone before you get more of those idiots on your back."
With that, the boy walked back to his previous spot, sitting down and attempting to get back to the concentrated state he had been in before, but finding it strangely hard to do so as he was still painfully aware of that sniveling brat's presence, and by the sound of it she was still sobbing.
'For crying out loud, shouldn't she have dehydrated by now?' Valen pondered in irritation, although luckily the girl finally had the good sense to leave, even if she repeatedly glanced back. What was she expecting? That he would suddenly change his mind and demand the cupcake back? Or that he'd go all 'Oh you poor dear that must have been
sooo awful', showering her with sympathy? Hadn't the ingrate gotten enough already? He scowled, only mildly surprised that he didn't seem to derive as much enjoyment from the Zubats' hunting trip as he had done on previous times.
OOC: Well, that was longer than I expected. o.O Anyways, I'll add Valen's coming-back-to-present thingie in my next post.
