OOC: Today, I'm officially hating Siberia...
Why? Because that's where this friggin' cold has blown in from! The temperature hasn't been above -14 degress celsius since Wednesday and it sucks, majorly, especially since I have to walk home from school. Besides, the chill is blowing straight through my window and I'm positive that I'm developing a cold because of it. And they say it's going to last over the weekend too, gaaah! >_<
And Charon, that's exactly what I'm doing, but mum still won't let me use the computer after 9 PM, even if I don't have any work to do. *Rolls eyes* She's in one of her fanatical moods again...<.<
Anyways, I was thinking of adding my IC to my previous post, but since there have been so many after that...
IC:
The Cubone's expression became one of slight confusion at Reina's comment, {Crazy?} he echoed, {But...that was an act of great heroism! Diverting the beast and defeating it to save a damsel in distress, surely that can't be considered crazy by any means?} the ground type remained puzzled by the girl's words even as Henna made her comment on the subject, nodding solemnly when the Magmar had finished and looking quite content to be back in what seemed like more familiar territory {Heroines?} he echoed, {So...it was a fellow warrior he assisted then? Oh, a thousand apologies, madam.} the Cubone bowed to Reina as deep as his injured leg would {Didn't mean to offend you, no, a thousand apologies, yes?} the sheer urgency with which the Cubone presented these apologies made it pretty obvious that he deemed his offence to be a very serious one indeed.
Valen remained silent for a moment more, gathering his thoughts while his mind slowly adjusted to the situation. The memories of his last few moments came flashing back into his mind; the hooded men chanting, the Aggron, his plan to divert its attention...all that running...and then...the Cubone, the Cubone he...saved and ran off holding until they couldn't run any longer, and the battle...what had become of the battle? The boy quickly turned his head into the direction where he had last seen the Aggron, and to his relief, he found that the steel type was indeed there, completely KOed, this still left another question on his mind, however, but he kept silent for a while longer as the girl started having a discussion with her Heracross, granted, he didn't understand the bug type's words, but Reina's side of the conversation was interesting enough. So...she's experienced...something similar to what I have? this was an alltogether new line of thought for Valen, but the girl's words had really sounded genuine, Of course, no-one ever even pretended to be friends with me... he added, as if to reassure himself that this was only a superficial similarity, But it's betrayal all the same. He could feel his head aching a bit harder again and decided to hold onto the thoughts for later processing...after all, experiencing a sudden exception to what one had considered a fundamental truth of life was never easy, and having just been brought back from unconsciousness and aching all over wasn't helping any of it. Noticing that the girl wasn't going to reveal any more information at the present either, the boy decided to speak up and break the silence;
"Oh, never mind my head..." he replied dismissively at the girl's comment, as if he hadn't heard anything of what she had said after it and wondering for a moment if it wouldn't have been best to not say those words after all as he, for a moment, thought that Reina was speaking to him with Kachiko's voice, and words...he shrugged it of, though. "It's...not hurting that much." he added as a white lie, bringing his eyes into proper focus to make it easier to talk, "What happened to those cultists?" of course, he hadn't the faintest idea of what kind of people he was really dealing with, other than that they were a good bit insane, but he assumed, from their way of dressing and repeated allusions to 'Typhoeus' that it was some knid of cult.
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Meanwhile, just a few streets back, a well-ordered procession of twelve people moved amongst the confused trainers and pok?mon, their own ones quickly dispatching the few wild pok?mon who were still in a fighting mood. They were all dressed identically in Waiwai Inc. uniforms except for the two at the front; Lori and Vincent, neither looking pleased with the situation. Not only had their force been faced with some rather astounding changes of conditions during the last few minutes, the most important being the sudden pacification of the wild pok?mon, but it was also extremely annoying not to be able to get a straight answer out of anyone. Most of the contestants were too preoccupied with saving themselves or fussing over their pok?mon to pay any heed lest one grabbed them by the arm and didn't let go until they answered, a technique which Lori had taken up using a number of times already, her long fingernails serving admirably in hastening the process, but even with such measures, they hadn't managed to procure any information save frightened recounts of various pok?mon going out of control and scattered mentions of peculiar chanting, neither of which was particularly informative.
"This is a waste of time, Vince!" Lori cried out in frustration, stamping her foot as yet another trainer scuttle off after having vigorously attested that he didn't know anything, "No-one knows anything and no-one did anything, yet the whole place is a mess!" she absent-mindedly kicked away a brave but utterly foolish little Rattata who had attempted to fight her, the normal type letting out a shocked squeak as it flew a good bit backward, before scampering off again and dissapearing from view.
"Patience..." the man replied simply, continuing to move forward in a completely calm manner while carefully examining the area, "We have yet to arrive at the Aggron's pen. Undoubtedly we'll be able to acquire more information once we're there..."
"Provided that whoever did this hasn't already left the scene or that they've been careless enough to leave witnesses..." Lori interjected sourly, but she kept on walking nonetheless. Just then, a girl with dark blue hair, who seemed to be some kind of sailor if her clothes were anything to go by, came rushing down the street, followed by a black-haired girl and a number of pok?mon, apparently belonging to the two.
"Well, looks like luck's on our side after all, Vince." Lori commented, preparing to grab the first one to run past them by the arm and question her, although Vincent was quick to object to that plan, stopping her in mid-action.
"Perhaps it's best if I handle this?" he suggested in a perfectly polite tone, not waiting for any kind of response as he gestured for the grunts following them to spread out just a bit so as to prevent anyone from running right past.
"Excuse me, young ladies." he said as the girls started approaching, holding up a hand both as a sign of peace and as a sign to stop, "Might we trouble you for a couple of answers?" the words were all delivered according to etiquette, although truly, who would refuse such a request when the questioner was backed by ten, well-trained looking guardsmen dressed in dark uniforms?
