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Ancient Dynasty; A Viper's Promise

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{ooc| *hides under a table from Alter's wrath* *is thankful it is not aimed at her*

And- yaaay, Mika! 'I'll post in the 'morrow' - yay for using phrases that have origionated in my hometown!}


Sinbad was a clever beast, Rosairie gave him that, but when he began to lead her straight for WaiWai inc's headquarters, Rosairie began to doubt. Surely Kyoko would not be so stupid, so bold as to break in to the most proficiantly guarded, technologically secure building in the Upper City...? It was so brusque! So reckless! Then again, it was so Kyoko.

Rosairie stared up at the large glass-and-granite building in awe. It was so modern, so chic, and so terribly menacing she doubted whether she had enough guts to walk through the front door. She glanced to Sinbad, who was watching her in his usual expectant, felie manner, and returned him; she didn't need his scrutiny, not right now. She slipped the pokeball in her bag and strode in, turning to the women on the desk.

"Excuse me..." she began, lowering her voice, "Did a girl in a cute little dress come in...like, ten minutes or so ago?" she asked, trying not to look too eager. Annoyingly, Rosairie didn't have the same effect on middle-aged women as Kyoko had; most eyed her up and down, decided she was dressed far too attractively and therefore must be a spoilt little ***** ready to wrap everyone around her little finger.
The woman infront of her smiled almost pityingly, though. "Was that your sister? She's still the the toilet, I'm afraid. Might be having some...difficulties."
Rosairie bobbed a curtsey, thanked them, and dashed over to check. The toilet door was locked, but Rosairie's manicured fingernails could easily remedy that; she hooked her finger in and dragged the bolt across, and then popped in.

However, the room was empty. And above the stall, there was...
an air vent.
"Crap!" she swore loudly, and darted out. However, now the corridor outside the toilet was teeming with employees. Almost gratefully, Rosairie mingled with the crowd, and allowed them to sweep her along, past the escalators and towards the stairway. She grabbed a ball from her bag.
"Silence, go!" The jolteon appeared in a quivering burst of light. "Can you smell Kyoko?" Rosairie asked desperately.
The Jolteon frowned, shook his, head...then nodded. He took off up the staircase, with Rosairie following in his wake.
 
OOC: Grrr...! Why is it every time I come on to post here, PC screws up!! T_T Whatever. I was totally ready to post and everything the other day (at almost the same time Alter posted) and then *poof*, my post gets sucked into oblivion. >.>

*reads Capricorn's post* Oh dear.

*reads Mika's* Yep, that's just what I thought.

*reads Alter's* Hm... let's all take a moment to be grateful that Alter is in fact NOT a bomb. Because if he was, he surely would not be alive today. XD

Sorry Capricorn, as Alter said, it's usually not a good idea to sign-up for an RP that has progressed past page 3. By that time, there are usually enough people in it, and the story has progressed so far that jumping in is a bit difficult. ^^;

O M G. I cannot read the whole article you provided Kogenta!! The spelling makes my head whirl!! @___@ I agree w/Alter though. Some people have trouble with spelling and such, but every language has its problems. Every nation has people who cannot read/write well. The reason America is lagging behind other places is a combination of: lack of proper funding of schools, low parent involvement, fewer qualified teachers because the position pays little to crap, and a nationwide attitude towards schools in general that is poor.

Anywhoo, posting time!


Reina
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This wandering around was not the best thing. The crowds made it hard to bring out Tabansi or Pixie, and certainly hard for Phoebe, so Reina was all alone. Being alone and bored made her think about things, and these things often included reminiscing. This was something that Reina tried to avoid doing, for it usually ended up makng her remember a less than desirable memory.

A couple was walking in front of her, a rather tall man with a blonde woman next to his right. They were talking about something, but Reina couldn't make out much of it. The woman sounded unconvinced, whatever she was saying. Reina heard the man chuckle, "Oh, don't worry, she's not so bad once you get to know her."

Reina tried not to think of it, but memories often came to mind unwanted....

It was time for Gym class, and the whole lot of them were out at the track, getting ready to run. Reina prided herself on being a fairly fast runner. The other girls were nothing compared to her-- well, that wasn't true, there was... her.

Beautiful, smart, athletic, and the envy of every girl in school; this was Lana. Boy did Reina hate her. She wasn't envious... really... she just couldn't stand the way the girl acted, the way she talked, and the way boys would fawn over her.

Lana, being the athlete she was, was very good at running. Better, probably, than Reina, and this made the redhead furious. Last time the class was out here, Lana had bested Reina, and so Reina was looking forward to the rematch. As the class sat there, stretching before beginning to run, Reina noticed a shadow cover her from the sun.

"So, ready for our rematch? Of course, we all know who will win," Lana's voice said loudly, in the same sugary tone that many voices took when speaking to Reina.

Reina said nothing, but smiled and stood up. She was as tall as Lana, so their eyes met and Reina's bored into the girl's. At first Reina saw only Lana's cocky glance, but after a few seconds she thought she caught the tiniest flash of fear in Lana's large, pale orbs.

"Come on girls, it's time to run!" called their teacher. He was as clueless as he was loud, and his voice was really loud. Reina and Lana walked side-by-side up to where the others stood. "This isn't a race now, okay? I know we had some friendly competition last time, but let's just keep it simple," the teacher said with a dumb smile. He turned around to get his stopwatch out from his bag.

Reina was about to look at Lana, but the girl had moved over to her friends and begun chattering. Suddenly Reina felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a boy's face near hers. Actually, this wasn't just any boy, this was Thoru. Thoru was a friend of Reina's, and he often supported her in the races and things she did. She smiled at him, "What's up?"

He looked a bit nervous, though Reina couldn't really tell why. "Well, um, Reina... I was just wondering if maybe you could--."

"Don't worry Thoru! I've got this in the bag!" Reina boasted, patting the boy on the back hard, "Lana doesn't stand a chance."

His light blue eyes flickered to the dark-haired girl. "Yeah, I know... that's why I wanted to ask you to throw it," he said, not looking at her anymore.

"W-what?! I couldn't throw a contest if my life depended on it!" she said, her voice sounding unusually harsh. What was this? He WANTED that girl to win? To what end? He was her friend, not Lana's.

He shifted his feet, "Look...," he leaned closer to her and spoke in a low voice, "I asked Lana... to go out with me. She said she would if she won today's race with you, so...."

"Are you serious?!" Reina said, bewildered, "You like her? Why?!"

"I... huh? Why does it matter to you?" he came back at her, looking confused.

Reina found herself blushing suddenly. That sounded stupid. "I-I just want to know! She's insufferable, and stupid, and she's mean to me!" Reina said in a very angry whisper.

At that, Thoru looked a bit guilty, "I know but, she's not so bad once you get to know her."

The redhead stared at her friend, looking unconvinced. She had already gotten to know Lana. She was like the others, lying and deceitful; only interested in her own self. Granted, there was nothing wrong with wanting to win or be better than others, but to torment people like they did.... It was too much.

She shook her head at Thoru, amazed he would be so easily blinded by beauty. She did like the boy, and even though she would like to do almost anything to make him smile, she gritted her teeth and looked back at the track.

"I'm not throwing any race for that girl."

.... Coming back from her memories, Reina found she had walked a considerable distance. "Maybe I should head to the Waiwai building," Reina said, looking around a bit. She remembered what the building looked like, but its exact location was something she wasn't sure about. To her surprise, she saw it towering in the near distance, only a short walk away.

"Hm, that's convenient," she said, nodding.
 
OOC: Nyah, could it be that your post was so long that it gave the system difficulties? That kind of stuff has been happening to me too. Like in Showgan when, at first, it wouldn't post at all and then decided to make up for it with a tripe post, after which it bluntly refused to let me delete for the next ten minutes. Just as a guess. =3

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{Valen?}

"Hmm? Something the matter?" the boy asked, lazily turning his gaze over to Seirini when he heard the serpent hiss his name. It wasn't like the Arbok to interrupt work with trivial banter, and seeing as how they had only started their ascent, Valen couldn't really bring himself to think that the snake would have anything to report either. One look into Seirini's eyes confirmed it, this wasn't bussiness...this was something more personal.

{I wisssh to know...} the Arbok said in a level tone, {What hasss been going on between you and that female.}

"Female?" Valen echoed neutrally, still maintaining a slow but steady climb, "What? Do you mean Rosairie? The one with more money than brains? She hates me and I hate her, there's nothing out of the ordinary there."

{No, not that one.} Seirini retorted as Valen had suspected that she would, {I mean that other one, the one with that huge insssect.} the Arbok's tongue flicked a bit in aggitation, various more subtle pieces of body language also bringing out her feelings on the matter quite clearly, {They both tried to do sssomething to you when you were unconsssciousss. Why?}

Valen couldn't help scowling, sheer self-discipline being the only thing that kept him from growling in frustration. What was with everyone suddenly wanting to talk with him about Reina? Lori, the Vincent appartition...even Rosairie, the boy suspected, was entertaining some strange idea about their relationship behind his back. Granted, Rosairie hadn't said anything of the sort yet...but girls like her never said what they meant, anyway. What...he wanted to ask, was so hard about grasping the concept of a friendship between two different genders which didn't involve anything more than that? Because that was surely what the Arbok was getting at, probably worried that she would lose status, jealous as she was. There had been a similar issue with Kachiko, Valen recalled, but the serpent had quite quickly deduced that a cute little baby Mawile wasn't exactly a worthy rival. And Smaelaugh...well, who could possibly take the arrogant little Venonat seriously?

"She's just someone I ran into earlier." the boy replied coldly, "The one who found Kachiko. She was probably trying to help again."

{And you actually let her?} Seirini snapped with a mixture of envy and shock in her voice, {You let yourself get indebted to that-that filthy female and her mutant beetle?! Valen, don't you remember-}

"I do!" Valen interrupted, his anger finally breaking through the veil of calm he had clung to, "We'll never trust anyone but ourselves and each other, I know that! But I didn't exactly get a say about it, you know!" the anger in his glare was enough to make even Seirini recoil a bit, "It-it just happened, okay? And it could have been worse. Reina is allright...she's not like Rosairie or Kyoko or any of those other wimpy little dolly girls who fall over as soon as a strong enough breeze comes by! She's a fighter...a survivor like us. There are far worse people to be indebted to."

Seirini studied Valen for a moment after the boy had finished, the Arbok's tongue flicking about thoughtfully a few times, {Allright, jussst anssswer me thisss.} she said at last, {Isss that female anything more to you than jussst an agreeable debtor?}

"No." the boy replied flatly, but the lie sounded hollow even to him. Of course Reina was more than that...she was a friend, but Valen knew that Seirini's understanding of the concept differed quite thoroughly from his own. For the serpent, there had always been only one friend, only one person she would put her trust in and protect, only one to care about...and it had always been him, Valen. How, then, was he supposed to make her understand that there was now someone else he felt the same way about? That after all the years of this steady pattern he had somehow managed to start feeling a similar connection to someone he had only known for a couple of days? He couldn't. He couldn't even fully comprehend this sudden change himself, let alone explain it in a manner which Seirini could understand. It was the first time he had ever lied to his Arbok...and both were equally shocked by it.

{Allright, then.} the snake pokémon replied calmly, even though her voice made it obvious that it wasn't allright, {I jussst wanted to know.}

"Right." Valen concured, forcing his thoughts back to the matter at hand. Seirini couldn't tolerate this, he knew, not now...it was far too much to take in at once. But maybe with time...well, the boy certainly hoped so. He didn't particularly fancy having his only human friend meet a painful death by blood poisoning. The Arbok was very possessive...and the extremely well-developed poison fangs of hers weren't exactly easing Valen's mood. 'I'll have to keep those two apart for a while...' he added as a mental note, 'Seirini probably won't try anything while I'm around, but I certainly wouldn't risk leaving them alone.'

He paused, suddenly noticing noise from downstairs, a voice...a female voice. Valen frowned, as far as he knew no-one except he and Slythe - who was too paranoid to risk an ambush or assassination attempt in the cramped elevator - ever used the staircase unless it was an emergency, and judging by the sound that this one's boots were making against the staircase whatever she was wearing was certainly quite far from the standard Waiwai uniform.

"Do you hear that?" Valen asked in confirmation, recieveing a nod from Seirini in return. Risking a quick glance over the railing, the boy caught a sight of a figure with spikey white and yellow fur, his alert expression growing far more amused when he realized what that meant.

"So Rosairie is here, eh?" he thought out loud, his voice little more than a whisper as he quickly and silently proceeded up to the next floor with Seirini at his tail, leaning against a nearby wall at such a position that he would be impossible to spot before one had almost come face-to-face with him, while he quietly gestured for Seirini to take up a position by the stairs leading up to block that route from use, "That must mean that our mystery intruder is..." he grinned slightly, "...this should be interesting. Better play it safe, though. Cespenar, I choose you."

At the last part, he nonchalantly grabbed another one of the pokéballs on his belt and released its occupant onto the floor by his side, the Cubone quickly materializing in a flash of light.

{What does the great hero require of-} Cespenar began in an all too loud voice which was quickly silenced by a look from Valen.

"Stay behind me and keep quiet." he said simply, "There is an electric pokémon coming and he might be a bit volatile, so if any thunderbolts come our way, I want you to block them. You do know the Lightningrod technique, correct?"

Cespenar nodded enthusiastically but managed to keep quiet as he reached for his club with a definite air of excitement about him, as if this was all a grand game and he had just been chosen as the main player, but after a few agonizing moments of position shifting on both Valen's and Cespenar's part, the Cubone had finally been concealed from view quite efficiently.

'The trap is set...' Valen thought for himself, '...and knowing Rosairie she'll rush right into it. Let's see how she plans to sweet-talk her way out of a breaking entry charge.'
 
{ooc| Poor Valen; he has exactly the same problem with Seirini as Maxie has with Fang.}

After they had been climbing for a while, Silence gave a soft whimper. Rosairie glanced at him, and crouched down so she was at his level. He padded over and rested his chin on her knee, gazing up at her with his empty eyes.
"Kyoko?" she whispered, but the jolteon shook his head. He stuck his tongue out and made a feeble hissing noise, which made Rosairie giggle. Even Silence allowed himself a chuckle, and for a moment Rosairie felt a rush of love for the little pokemon she saved. Just seeing him smile, oh, it was such a lovely feeling. "There's a...snake on the stairs?" she said, still giggling. Suddenly, realisation struck her. "An Arbok?"
The jolteon nodded, and his fur bristled, as if steeling himself.
"Kyoko's probably in trouble, if he's around," she old her pokemon in an angry whisper. "Well, there's nothing for it. Cover me."

She rose to her feet, and Silence jumped to stand by her heels, his spines all strangely vertical for once. Rosairie broke into a run, taking two stairs at a time, and wheeled around to face him.
Silence, sensing Rosairie's hammering heart, began to snarl, sparks flickering and dancing across his coat. Rosairie seemed oblivious.
"What've you done with her?" she asked steely.
 
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OOC: Yish, I noticed that Seirini had gotten very little space to express her personality (Cespenar will get a good amount of spotlight later on, mmmyeesss...) and I really couldn't picture her reacting to this any other way. There's a slight difference, though, Fang is a cute little Zubat whom Maxie can stuff into her pocket at will while Seirini is a full-grown Arbok who was originally trained for the assassination program (Since she was deemed to hostile for regular training), so...Valen has it harder, really. xD

IC:

"Done to her?" Valen didn't let as much as a flicker of emotion cross his face despite Rosairie's bravado. He knew that behind the facade this was little more than a spoiled - and somewhat hysteric - little brat he was dealing with, and with Cespenar around, Silence was about as much of a treath to him as a lone Magikarp was to an industrial-sized fishing vessel. What's more, the law was now on the boy's side.

"Not a thing." he concluded evenly, purposefully locking his eyes with Rosairie's. The boy had often heard that the misty-grey pair he possessed was unnerving to look at for long, and he certainly wasn't about to pass up on that opportunity, "That is, of course, if the 'she' you are referring to happens to be our mystery intruder who, with malice and afterthought, snuck into this building and hacked into our computer networks in an attempt to cause disorder in a time of crisis." he shook his head slowly, taking on a would-be sad voice as he carefully painted up the prosecutor's scenario for Rosairie "And after refusing to give proper identification too...truth to be told, I wasn't even sure if this intruder was Kyoko. She was really quite cunning at to pass unnoticed. That is..." the boy added, "...until you came stampeding in like that. Rather ironic for a supposed rescue, wouldn't you say?" he took a brief pause, allowing his words to sink in.

"I'm surprised, really." Valen continued in a conversational tone, "I never figured that breaking and entry was your forte, Rosairie. Or is this another hobby of yours that your daddy finances? I bet he will be thrilled to find out that you've moved on to such...ambitious goals. Security measures are pretty tight around here, as are punishments."
 
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{ooc| *tries to imagine Maxie stuffing Seirini into her front pocket*

Btw, Mika wants to post after me *is IM'ing with her*}

Rosairie felt sick.
Valen was talking, and what he was saying - what he was saying made sense. Kyoko was... oh God, Kyoko was in danger because of her! His cold grey eyes were staring her down, and despite the fact that Silence had become a ball of lightning Valen did not seem worried in the slightest. Her Jolteon was snarling, no doubt reacting to Rosairie's body; her palms were suddenly hot with fear, her stomach churned with guilt, and as a result Silence was cranking up the power, baring his fangs in fury.

Then Valen said it.
"Or is this another hobby of yours that your daddy finances?"

Rosairie lurched forward. Her palm swung through the air, slapping Valen hard against his cheek. Her hand burned, but her fury was a fiercer fire.
"Shut UP, Valen!" she snapped, "SHUT UP, and stop talking like suddenly you know EVERYTHING about me! I'm rich, okay? Yeah? Got that? But stop treating me like I was served food from a golden spoon and my father paved my way with money! My father does not care a rat's *** about me! Okay?" she slammed her fist against the wall, "stop treating me like I'm some spoilt BRAT, okay? I'm sure your life was terrible, and all that jazz, but it wasn't paticularily peachy for me either!" she fell silent, biting her lip. Memories came flooding forward; waiting for him, morning after morning... she had been five then. Mama had gone. The house was cold. Hearing him, upstairs, with that girl barely a decade older than her.... she had been seven then, clinging to her Magby, wishing-

Rosairie shook her head fiercely. There was no time for memories. She turned to stare at Valen defiantly.
 
-OoC-

-stabs PC through the heart-

I wrote a freakin long post, saved it an everything and PC deleted it. -is infuriated- they've had some really werid database problems lately.... but it's php based so I don't know squat on how to fix it. -is an asp geek-



-IC-

Had she not remember that every being in this world seemed to have an undenyable desire for security cameras, Vincent would've seen her clearly. Thankfully, she'd at least seen that and released Chiisai. A thick black Haze fog now filled the room, something Kyoko was used to being around constantly, and prevented anyone from seeing anything except the dim light emiting from under the computer desk.

Whimpering softly, she tapped a message back to Chain, I came to WaiWai to get something to Vincent and Valen but when I saw the security room... I thought I might be able to find something to help everyone, to not be useless and stuff but I completely forgot to cover my tracks and I'm seriously screwed... I'm just gunna make a run for it... Oh and we're supossed to be at this building.

She was about to shut down the pokegear when a thought came to her and she pulled up her friend's list, scrolled down a reasonable way and dialed, barely audibly muttering into the phone, "Sempai... I think... you're gunna be mad at me."

Nya...? Who is-Kyo-chan? Your brother's been on my arse for a week now, where in Zi's name are you?

"You haven't used that phrase in awhile... you okie Sempai?"

Never mind... just tell me A) where you are and B) why you're calling me. I kinda have an issue at the moment, a bunch of morons who don't know how to defend their own freakin shipyard and it's preventing me from getting to Hoenn which is therefore pissing me off because I have to be at a meeting in Hoenn in three days and I can't do a bloody thing til I get there and I can't get there if I have. No. Ship. And I can't call and get a heli lift... cuz I kinda punched some guy's lights out

"That wasn't intelligent."

No duh. Now stop changing the subject and tell me what you did this time...

"I didn't change the- Gargh...I broke into a huge corperation thinger..."

...you didn't cover your tracks and now you've come crying to me?

"Pretty much."

Jeez Kyo-chan... Wait, you did block the camera didn't you?

"Y-yeah... I had Chii use Haze..."

Well then you're not in a hopeless mess... My adivce to you is get the hell out of there and do it as quickly as you ca-oh jeez... what company did you run into? If the security isn't what you expected, they're high class.

"WaiWai?"

...turn off your phone now. I'll see if I can't get you some information and call back. Just get the hell out of there... if they're... nevermind. Just get out of there and DO NOT get caught. Do you understand me? Do. Not. Get. Caught. You've got my Pokegear, PVisa and the GP has GPS tracking. They catch wind of me, I'm gunna be pissed. And then I'm coming after your small little hide and there isn't a place in this world you can hide from me. ja ne~

Sighing, she clicked "end call" on the phone and stood up, clicking off her flashlight, she moved to the rope hanging from the vent and shimmied up it, crawling back down. She could easily slide down the shafts once she got through the exchange at the stairwell. One area, one problem. Swallowing hard, she returned the dragon pokemon and shut the vent closed, allowing the smoke to clear as she did so.

Strangely, she'd left not a single footprint or fingerprint (gloves) on the computer, the chair under the doorknob or the rope. The only trace of her being there was the smudged footprint on the inside of the vent, the vent she was now scrambling through as quickly as she could without being audible.

But she was stopped cold at the sight of Rosairie and Valen in the stairwell. With them... all but directly below her, she couldn't drop from the cieling and safely walk down the stairs instead of trying to go down the almost 90 degree shoot at each level change. Swallowing hard, she simply closed her eyes and was about to slide down when her Pokegear started ringing. oh...shi- scrambling for it, Kyoko placed a hand wrong and fell right through the vent she hadn't really closed going up, falling flat on her butt right behind Valen. Withholding a squeak (She hadn't made a sound falling thankfully, yay for carpeted stairs) she scampered behind the door and answered the phone, hissing lightly into it, "Not. A. Good. Time."

Shove it. This is freakin' me out. I can't acess what little data we have on this company... I'd hafta go to the top and I've told you before, he screws with the GP for me and Rae. Nobody elese. So I suggest you keep away from these people.

Not really thinking about it, she all but screeched into her phone, "HEY. Instead of worrying about your own arse why don't you think about mine!? I'm stuck in this stupid building with idiots looking all over for me and all you can do is say, 'You're screwed'!? You are the one who told me to do something like this to get information or don't you remember that?! You said this would work, you told me getting information like this would make me an asset to somebody and now you're just backing out on me? You self centered self absorbed *****!"

And uh

After that

She kinda realized...

She'd just screamed all that out.

In a hallway that echoes

With Valen around the corner.

A very angry face-slapped Valen around the corner.

Standing up, she tried hard to supress the panic swelling up inside of her stomach but somehow the girl managed to push it into a back corner and seriuosly think through her neck move. Her forehead was bleeding, probably from the fall, and Valen was around the corner. A good option? Run. Turning lightly, she managed a quick moment of eye contact with Rosairie before she simply lowered her body slightly and darted between the bars of the saftey wall, falling to the ground without as much of a scratch thanks again to her roll.

Yawning, she stood up, continuing down the stairs to her other vent.
 
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In the few seconds that followed Rosairie's slap, a great deal of things happened.

At first Valen felt the familiar urge to lash out and give the arrogant little whelp a piece of his mind. Slapping Valen was a veritable deathwish, so what could be said about someone who did that twice? A quick blow to the stomach would probably do the trick, anorectic as she was, and if Silence interfered - like Valen knew he would - a Bonemerang from Cespenar would take care of the Jolteon in a flash. But most of all, Valen felt an urge to retort verbally to the assault; to tell Rosairie that, despite her little sobb-story of being a millionaire's daughter who was hopelessly neglected by everyone, she at least had a family and a home, probably had a mother too, at least used to have. To remind the stuck-up brat that she wasn't the one who had been rejected at birth.

But alas, before he got to utter any of the vicious retorts he had prepared, another source of interruption had emerged in the form of Kyoko's fall and consequent dash for freedom.

"I'll deal with you later." he hissed to Rosairie, "Seirini, if she as much as twitches, alarm everyone with a Screech."

He reached for one of the remaining pokéballs on his belt, tossing it over the railing so that its occupant easily cut off Kyoko's escape route.

"Kachiko!" he called out, "Baton Pass to me!"

The Mawile blinked. Was this some kind of game? Ohh...maybe it was a game of tag and Valen was it? Yes, of course.

{Okie, papa!} she called out, giggling slightly as she took up her familiar dance routine, ending with a skip into the air and a quick flash as the two switched places, Valen now materializing directly in front of his target.

"It's no use." the boy remarked flatly, "I've got my pokémon situated all around the area and thanks to Kachiko I can switch around their positions at will. And failing that..." he continued, "I'm now an eye-witness for the crimes of both concerned, and infiltration like yours in a time of crisis and assistance to such activities, which Rosairie was trying to render, are both CAPITAL crimes." he placed a purposeful emphasis on 'capital', "So unless you want to act like an immature brat and get caught, I suggest that you stop and be reasonable about this...after all, I more or less have you two at my mercy, do I not? And this being the case..." he continued calmly, "Wouldn't it be more prudent for you to...bargain?"
 
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{ooc| *evil laughter* Mika has the perfect reply to this.. annoyingly, by the time she gets online I'll probably be half-way to Dublin ¬¬;
Anyway, I give Mika permission to bunny Rosairie for the next five days. As in, just make her run away from danger and/or evil men. Yey.}
 
[OOC: It seems the height of posting time is also the time of my weekly absence. ^-^; Heh, ironic.

Also, does everyone know Valen works for WaiWai Inc.? This was written under that assumption . . . ]

She's in WaiWai Inc.? Chain stared in disbelief at the message now displayed on his Pokenav screen. And I only retrieved Circuit a few moments ago . . . His eyes narrowing slightly, Chain typed a swift response. Make sure you leave no signs of your presence there. And, if possible, shut down the security cameras. If you can't do it by the system, do it by force.

The trainer paused as his Pokenav emitted a single beep, indicated it had locked onto Kyoko's Pokegear, verified her ID, and was now tracking her. Opening a new screen, Chain magnified the map. Looks like she's on the move. I can't see the specifics too well, but it seems she's trying to escape the building. Calculations raced through Chain's mind as he attempted to plan his next move. WaiWai security will be tighter than ever, though perhaps Kyoko's actions will have caused enough chaos to provide some advantage. I can't depend upon that, though. I need a plan.

Deleting his previous message, Chain wrote a quick, somewhat terse reply to Kyoko. "Keep running. I'll meet you as soon as possible." After sending the message, the hacker sharply snapped his Pokenav shut. He stifled a sigh as he glanced toward Henna. "Sorry. I have something to take care of." Without any further explanation, he released his Abra. And, kneeling beside it, he placed his hand upon its head and concentrated, attempting to convey his thoughts to the psychic Pokemon as he quietly commanded, "Teleport." Trainer and Pokemon vanished.

Materializing a few blocks from WaiWai Inc. Chain lifted his Pokemon in his arms. I dare not Teleport any further. One of the dangers of Teleport is never fully knowing what you will Teleport into. Attaching Abra's Pokeball to his belt, Chain started toward the WaiWai Inc. building, silently musing,"I guess it's 'out of the frying pan and into the fire.' But first, I would like to know a bit about the fire I'll find myself in. The trainer's gaze turned down toward Abra. I can't trust my usual methods--namely technology. So, I'll need to use something different.

Leaning his head down slightly, Chain spoke quietly to the sleeping form he held. "Abra, use Psychic to scan the WaiWai Inc. building. Make particular note of anyone you recognize, and transfer the information directly to my mind." Shifting slightly amidst its slumber, a blue aura surrounded Abra. Unseen waves flowed noiselessly from the Pokemon's tan body, the majority of them being directed to the headquarters that towered a short distance ahead. Making a conscious effort not to tighten his hold on Abra, Chain flinched as information was streamed into his mind. The psychic force combined with the amount of material was overwhelming, and a piercing headache now throbbed through Chain's mind. Aside from this, receiving unfiltered, complete data from a Psychic Pokemon's mind was often dangerous--particularly for those unaccustomed to it. Thus, Chain preferred to avoid such methods whenever possible.

Though his physical eyes were closed tightly, Chain's mind's eye darted through the WaiWai Inc. building, searching for anyone he recognized. Forms like shadows were more readily seen than colours, and sounds were faint and distant unless focused upon. Wait . . . That's Rosairie. And Valen's Arbok is in front of her-- The scene rushed past the stairs onto the nearest floor. There, stop! The view halted, allowing Chain to observe the confrontation between Valen and Kyoko. This is bad . . . I could hardly afford to Teleport in front of Valen. And, Abra hasn't much practice with its long-range teleportation. Even under the assumption that Teleport was successful, it would probably shed unneccesary suspicion on me. If I were caught, then my information would be of no use to anyone.

Grimacing, Chain placed a hand against his head--almost dropping Abra. The image before him blurred as a shock of pain passed through his mind. I can't stay in this mode for much longer. But, I have to do something . . . It's not much, and I doubt Valen will appreciate this. But, I have little choice. Chain lowered his arm, again placing it about his Pokemon. Abra, put me in telepathic contact with Valen.

"Valen, this is Chain. At the moment, I am contact with you via Abra. I know the current events occuring in WaiWai Inc. Headquarters. And . . . " The trainer paused as he began to grow unsteady. "And, I have a question. Why did your superiors call us to a supposed 'award ceremony'? I doubt that any one of the 'winners' does not have that question as well as their own supsicions. But, I am sure this tournament's organizers must have some purpose for what they do. A trickle of warm blood escaped Chain's left ear, though the voice of his mind continued. We all have questions, Valen--even you. But, this our chance to get answers. If not to live out whatever purpose the tournament's hosts have planned, then to find their own--or even your--answers, please free Kyoko and Rosairie for the moment." As he felt the telepathic connection begin to weaken, Chain finished, irony and sarcasm edging his mind's voice, "Besides, the tournament ceremony is in that building, right? Kyoko and Rosairie are guests. Maybe they just got lost." The connection vanished.

Chain's hands fell away from Abra, who swiftly Teleported itself onto the the sidewalk's surface. Clamping his hands over his mouth, the male dropped to his knees, his stomach tightening and lurching as he attempting to prevent himself from coughing blood. A thin trace of scarlet was now drawn from each of the trainer's ears as crimson began to fill his eyes.

After several minutes, Chain slowly drew his hands away from his mouth. His breath began to steady and the flow of blood from his eyes and ears had already ceased, leaving only a slight flow of blood from his nose. Reaching his maroon-darkened hand to his side, Chain grasped a Pokeball. Lifting it, he recalled Abra, saying, "Thanks. Take a rest now; you deserve it."

Staggering to his feet, Chain placed a hand against the nearest wall to steady himself. Despite the numbing headache that remained, the hacker felt himself steadily regaining his energy. That could have gone better. But, at least it was better than last time. Slowly turning his undulled, gold eyes toward the WaiWai Inc. Headquarters, Chain fell still for a moment. I just hope it helped.
 
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OOC: Fuu... I don't think it's my post length. Other posts seem to do the same thing to me. Oh well... *shrug*

Oh, and I'm not sure who knows that Valen's with Waiwai. I know Reina knows (somewhat), but I don't know who else does.

On a side note, man do Rosairie and Kyoko push Valen's buttons! XD The poor kid's day is like a roller coaster of emotions!


Reina
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On the outside of the Waiwai building, things seemed to be calm and normal. The employees certainly knew how to cover up a commotion. To Reina, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was trying to pay more attention though, seeing as she was next to terrible about observation. When Tabansi and Valen had noticed that person, or whatever, spying on them, she had felt quite stupid. Being ignorant was something she would not stand for. Until now though, she had never really needed to watch for spies and such. The kids in school and in town were sloppy and definitely unprofessional when it came to stealth.

Well, she was improving a little; after all, she had noticed that woman's camera get stolen. Reina smiled to herself.

She was about to close in on the building, when she heard what sounded like a familiar voice. Frowning, Reina turned to her right to see Chain, the boy steadying himself on a wall with what appeared to be blood on him.

"Chain? What in the heck's going on?" she asked him, walking briskly up to him. Her hazel eyes searched the area quickly to make sure that there were no shady characters hanging around. There appeared to be no one.

So what had happened?
 
Chain turned in sudden surprise at the sound of Reina's voice--an action he immediately regretted as a sharp pain struck his head like a hammer. For a moment he was silent, unsure how to answer her question. I wonder how I'm going to explain this . . . The trainer wiped a little blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand, though he doubted it would make much difference. Forcing a slight smile, he finally replied, "I suppose I pushed myself a bit too much. Sorry I'm somewhat of a mess."

Lowering his hand from the wall, Chain straightened slightly, though his smile faded. "If it's alright, I think I need to find some place some place to wash up a bit. I don't want to be late for the ceremony." As he turned away from the WaiWai Inc. building, he almost laughed aloud--realizing how shallow such a statement might have sounded under different circumstances. Placing his hands in his pockets to hide their stained palms, Chain lowered his head a bit, using the shadow of his hair to cover his face. "By the way, I heard there was a little commotion at WaiWai Inc. It's out of my hands now, but you could try making a difference if you'd like."

The trainer started down the street.
 
-Ooc-

-nods- I wanna see the Valen bomb explode. @_@ tick tick tick BOOM. X3

Oh! Alter, I'm gunna try my hardest to get on tomorow but my eye is really being tricky (Lazy eye. -.- turns in even WITH my freakin 300 dollar lenses and makes it impossible to do anything without getting a migraine) so if Ipost, please don't get angry with the short, I'll do the best I can. ^^; They may be talking surgery as well so... yeah. >>; if Mika poofs that's why

Also

The following Valen slamming was all Charon's idea. o-o I just posted it and made it eviler. Don't. Hurt. Me.

even tho I seriously enjoyed writing it...




-IC-

Drop the ball, watch it fall far below

She'd taken that step backward, that unvoluntary step that simply appeared to be an after effect of intimidation and in its purest form it was. Valen had appeared less than two feet away from her, close enough for her to catch his scent, far enough to avoid a collision. Human nature demanded she avoid bumping into him, thus she stepped back. Her heel locked itself in the small space between the two steps and she fell, hitting the padded stairwell that really wasn't all that padded when a head connects with it at a rather quick speed.

Suck you in, hold your breath

But it had done more than knock the wind out of her and cause her to sit up slowly, breathing unevenly. Something had obviously fallen from her pocket; the audible clink as it hit the stairs two floors down was evidence of that and her entire expression changed to one the psychic had seen earlier. Several unmentionalable words left her lips as she completely blocked out Valen, dropping to her stomach to reach for the shimmering object, her pokegear, and Chain's message, flashing in her face as she did so. Sitting back up, she quickly tapped a response, still oblivious to Valen's trash talking.

Sorry Chain... I'm a burden on you... and on Nee-chan, getting the both of you involved was never in my original plain. I thought that I'd impress you with this sort of thing and I won't be just a dumb kid. I know... that was foolish and... I'm sorry. closing her eyes lightly, she rubbed her left eye before she finished the message But... I just can't run. Not without my shiney. Please don't get caught, I'd never be able to forgive myself. - Kyoko

The undertow creeps in slow

No... she hadn't been listening to Valen.

What was he saying?

She couldn't make it out, her eyes were stuck staring at that object, at its silver tint.

Just a little further, she only had to reach a little further. Then she could get out of here. She'd snag Rosairie and run. Running always worked, adults couldn't keep up with her stamina and gave up or simply fell over. She just had to get that item, that silver shimmering object that had fallen from her pocket, and put it back in her pocket, to keep it safe, to keep it close. It was all she had... all she had...

Everyone owns a gun deep inside

But when he called her a brat, the rest of the words began to become clear in her young mind and her head snapped towards him, her eyes flashing a new color to him, not the normal pink they normally were but now flashing a very clearly angry redish-yellow color, "You know, you say I'm the stupid brat... but you're no better than me. You don't know a thing. You talk like you can control me, like you're better than me and how, if I'm a good little girl and beg you nice and submissive like, you might let me and Nee-chan go. Get a grip Valen; I'm not afraid of you. I never have been. I'm not going to fall to my knees and grovel. Rosairie had nothing to do with any of this and you know it." Stepping a bit towards him, she couldn't retain a smirk, "Besides, if you think she'll keep quiet about how she saved your pathetic worthless hide, you're wrong. She's not as nice as she tries to make very one believe and you wouldn't want the boss who's rear end you're currently kissing to find out how pathetic his little pet is, now would you? Go to hell Valen. You don't know a blasted thing." She shoved him firmly to the side to get past him, taking off after her shiney but this motive was only in her mind, to Valen she was probably attempting to flee his capture.

It's just a matter of how much you let it slide
 
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OOC: Insults, insults, insults...*Shakes head* You people are so ebil to my little boy. ;;__;; Not even a moment of righteous retribution...oh well, I'm afraid that Valen completely ignored Kyoko's little show of bravado. (Trust me, it's for the best. After that he'd feel more obliged to just hurt Kyoko as much as possible. o.o) Although really, the original plan was for him to let them go just to spite Slythie. Nyah...too bad neither had the sense to try playing on that, eh? Really, this rampant hostility is starting to get kind of old...maybe something a little more creative next time?

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Words were coming from Kyoko's mouth, but as far as Valen went they were little more than a sensless jumble of sounds, like the steady drone of a distant river. He had a far more pressing issue at hand, an issue within his head. As Chain's message reached him, the boy began to feel slightly nauseous, a blurred haze obscuring his mind from the rest of the world and his head taking on a slow, steadyl throbbing, a dull ache that set him in a rather fuzzy state of mind, like something between sleeping and waking. He was vaguely aware of Kyoko dropping down after something and then continuing, the drone of sound taking on a higher pitch, but Valen wasn't paying attention, far too concerned with the voice occupying his head. Usually, recipients of psychic messages felt little or no side-effects from the procedure, save perhaps the disorienting feeling caused by a foreign voice in their heads, but to Valen it was different...quite considerably different, in fact. A rare condition, he had overheard one of the doctors calling it, unprecedented, some kind of natural aversion to psychic powers. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, save the unpleasant experience of a two-day coma in the middle of a mission, and the doctors had certainly been quick to close ranks and hide whatever information they possessed. Valen hadn't really bothered with it at the time...

"Valen, this is Chain. At the moment, I am contact with you via Abra. I know the current events occuring in WaiWai Inc. Headquarters."

'Chain...' Valen mused, 'Figures...minds, computers, guess he hacks into whatever he wants.'

'Then he's an intruder!' another voice interjected, 'And he knows too much! He must be stopped in the interest of the organization!'

'Organization's interest...' Valen retorted, his mind too hazy to even begin wondering about where such a voice would come from, '...not mine.'

'But you are a part of the organization!'

'I'm on standby.'

'It's a serious security breach!'

'Not my problem.'

'He could find out about you.'

'Works for me as long as he shares. I want to find out about me too.'

"And, I have a question." the continued message interrupted, "Why did your superiors call us to a supposed 'award ceremony'? I doubt that any one of the 'winners' does not have that question as well as their own supsicions. But, I am sure this tournament's organizers must have some purpose for what they do."

Valen blinked, swaying slightly to and fro as the symptoms began to get worse, the throbb growing louder. Was he supposed to answer? But he didn't know how. He wasn't a hacker, especially not when minds were concerned. Maybe if he just thought about it? An award ceremony...you made those to...give away prizes? The boy scowled, no, that wasn't right, that ceremony's purpose was different...it was to persuade, persuade into...a particularly nasty throbb cut off that line of thought, the answer he knew he possessed becoming helplessly lost in the haze. Besides, the continuing message didn't exactly help his concentration.

"We all have questions, Valen--even you. But, this our chance to get answers. If not to live out whatever purpose the tournament's hosts have planned, then to find their own--or even your--answers, please free Kyoko and Rosairie for the moment."

'Free them...'

'But they are the enemy!' the voice interjected once again, 'Both to you and to the organization!'

'And you have them at your mercy...' a third, more sinister tone joined in, '...when will you have such an opportunity again?'

'Both justice and enjoyment.' the first voice joined in.

'But no answers...' Valen found himself thinking, experiencing an increasing difficulty to keep steady. He was vaguely aware of Kyoko closing in on the end of her little argument, but he just couldn't seem to focus on it, '...Chain...he could...give me answers.'

'Do answers bring joy?'

'They bring knowledge.'

'And has the knowledge you've gathered this far helped you...or caused pain?' the sinister voice inquired.

'Well, mostly confusion but...'

'So why seek more?' the first voice pestered, 'The more you know the less you understand. Is that what you want? An eternity of pain and confusion?'

'I-'

'Useless details only bring doubt and weakness.' the second voice remarked, 'And you don't want to be weak...do you, Valen?'

'I don't want to be ignorant either...'

"Besides..." came Chain's voice with an all new sarcastic edge, "...the tournament ceremony is in that building, right? Kyoko and Rosairie are guests. Maybe they just got lost."

Valen couldn't help grinning just a bit, despite the pain. Sarcasm and irony where the kind of humour he appreciated most.

'It could be that way...' he told the voices mockingly. With the connection broken, the nausea was easing up, which marked the return of his wit.

'Preposterous!' the first voice retorted.

'Their involvement is obvious.' the second one concured.

'Do we have proof?'

'There are footprints.'

'No rule against using the stairs.'

'But they begin at the air vent!'

'Maybe that's where they got dirtied.' quite honestly, Valen didn't have a clue about why he was taking up the defence of a case which was so obviously false, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do. At the very least, it opposed the voices, and right now that was his top priority.

'But that dirt.'

'Could have fallen from the vent.'

'And Rosairie-'

'...is clueless and always skittering after that little girl like a lost litte puppy. No proof.'

And then the push came, the only reason it had any effect on Valen being that he wasn't paying attention and was still recovering from his previous state of weakness.

Still running ahead...Kyoko was crazy if she thought she could make it. Rosairie was both crazy and foolish to think that charging straight into the mess would somehow help Kyoko, and hacking into someone's mind to plead a case in the defence of these two was certainly crazy.

Valen shook his head. They were all lunatics...but he was going to top them.

"Hey brat!" he called after her, knowing full well that Kyoko detested the name and so would most probably pay some attention at least, before lowering his voice to a normal tone - if she chose not to listen to it that was her problem - "If you go down the hallway you're as good as caught. Send that Shuppet of yours to screech in the other end of the building...that should alert most of the guard force over to the area so you might have a shot at escaping then. But only one, so unless you want your precious nee-chan to get caught I suggest that you fetch her first. And while you're at it, tell her that I now consider my debt cleared." his gaze was already focused elsewhere as he turned to head back up the stairs and regroup with his pokémon, "So don't count on me to protect you from your own stupidity next time!"

There was going to be a vicious retort - probably two of them, if Rosairie heard - this the boy knew...but if Kyoko had even the smallest bit of sense in her head -he was way beyond expecting that from Rosairie - then she would at least heed his advice, and that was about as much as he was willing to do for either of them. He intently blocked out his hearing from the surrounding world as he ascended the stairs, still feeling rather light-headed and weak from the psychic connection.

"Kachiko, Cespenar, Seirini...return." he said, absent-mindedly pointing the three pokéballs in their general direction and scooping his team up before he proceeded to head out through the nearest door and into the hallway.

'I did what I was told, like a good boy...' he thought for himself, '...if they're to stuck up to take advantage of that then that's their funeral, not mine.'

Meanwhile, way up the staircase - at the top floor, in fact - the solitary figure of a rather average-looking female, dressed in a suit quite similar to the ones male executives wore, chuckled for herself, a slight smirk spreading across her slightly childlike face as she absent-mindedly ran a hand through her short, and very neatly kept, black hair.

"Still working your old parlour tricks...Astra?"

Mr.Lavell stepped forward from the shadows, calmly walking up to the woman and giving her a sideward glance.

"Parlour tricks?" Astra echoed with somewhat strained politeness as she turned around to face the man, "I'm altering decisions and shaping minds, not just performing some pathetic manipulation like you, Lavos. Need I remind you that you should adress your supperiors with proper courtesy, number five?"

"Please refer to me as Mr.Lavell." Lavos replied with a hint of a smirk, "That is the name I am supposed to go by, if you will recall. And ranks can be altered...you should know that by now, number three."

The psychic's expression darkened, "Old steeljaw only got that position on a fluke, and his standing is only such because of the bargain. What is he, after all? Not a true godking like us but a mere plebian hiding behind his gadgets and theorems." she spat reproachfully, "Our lord shall put him in his place when he is no longer necessary."

"Perhaps so..." the man replied evenly, "...but the fact remains that he has proven to be quite a considerable asset this far, whereas you, with all due respect, have not quite been living up to our lord's expectations."

"What?" Astra hissed, her face paling visibly, although whether this was because of fury or fear remained unclear, "How-how dare you insinuate-"

"The progress you are making on preparing the avatar has been far slower than expected." Lavos cut in, "And then, of course, there are also the little incidents you've been causing. Do you know that the system administrator almost caught your little infiltrator the other day? And let's not forget that some of the chosen - wasn't there a total of three, in fact? - caught you red-handed. And then there was that one whom - and please correct me if I'm wrong - you annoyed so much that she kicked you in the face?" he shook his head, "Such performrance is very ungainly for you and, by association, the rest of us. You should know how He feels about failure..."

"Minor inconveniences." Astra muttered, glaring at the man, "In the long run it makes no difference. The three who caught me remember nothing, the administrator has no proof of my interference, the brat can and will be disposed off, and if anything, these complications have served as an excellent basis for further 'visions'..." she took a pause, casting another glance over the railing, "Granted, our first little candidate has been more resitant to the change than I thought...but his defences are breaking, and the other is all but ripe for the plucking." the woman's eyes glinted maliciously, "So do not seek to mock me, number five." she turned back to face the man, glaring sternly at him, "You should be more worried about your own mission, these children have proven to be quite the handfull."

"My thanks for the concern..." Lavos replied in such a polite voice that it gained a sarcastic edge, "...but I have things well under control, and..." he smiled just a bit, "...I will be playing with both a homefield advantage and the element of surprise."

"Element of surprise, is it?" Astra remarked, "And you really think that the boy isn't going to interfere?"

"I'd be surprised if he didn't." Lavos replied calmly, "But it will be little more than a nuisance at best, and as long as we have the spare he is expendable. Which..." he added, "...is all the more incentive for you to finish your task in a timely fashion. Good day."

With that, Mr.Lavell dissapeared back into the hallway as stealthily as he had arrived.

"Oh, I will..." the psychic muttered in the direction that Lavell had departed, "And you will still regret your insolent attitude, number five." she cast a glance over the railing at the distant figure of Kyoko far below, acting in a most unladylike manner as she spat down at the distant target, "...as will you, little brat."

Her primary point of interest now lost, she turned her gaze back up and dissappeared with a quiet poof, leaving the area as empty and spotless as it had been before she came.

OOC: Yuh, long postie. Valen's psychic aversion comes, of course, from the fact that he has such a strong connection to the poison type, but this will all be explained later on. Pwhee for foreshadowing, I guess. ^^
 
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-OoC-

Guh... I'm typing blind so I write a misspellin or something, be nice to me. TT

And Alter~ X3 if you want me to stop picking on Valen, stop making him angst. >.>

So yeah. -.- They have no idea why my left eye is barely working, just dialted my eyes and then were all. 'o-o Yeah. Sorry. We dunno what's wrong, come back in two weeks"

>>; so I'll be back Thursday, maybe tomorow.
 
OOC: Man... tensions rise! XD I think Kyoko would have been in big trouble had Valen actually heard that stuff. He IS a person that knows how to, erm, severely injure someone. ._.

Aw, Mika that sucks about your eye! I hate it when doctors are clueless... it's kinda scary. I mean, diagnosing is their job. >_>

Anywhoo... I hope Alter doesn't mind, but I'm temporarily borrowing a secondary character he created a while back in this. ^^ Here we go!


Reina
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The boy before her attempted to assure Reina that her worry was unnecessary, and she nodded to him. If he said he was all right, then she would believe it. She would hate having some person doting over her when she was in a compromising position.

"Okay...," she said to him, and then she turned towards the Waiwai building, "Something happening? It can't be the ceremony already, so... what then?" She walked away from where Chain had headed off to and up to the front of the large and ominous Waiwai building. She thought of bringing out Tabansi, but she didn't want to seem like an enemy to the employees if something bad was indeed going down.

However, as she entered the building, things appeared to be quite normal. Unbeknownst to Reina, the security alert issued was only for the level Kyoko had been on, so the minor incident was certainly not effecting the whole place. She blinked at the cleanliness of the place; it looked like the farthest thing from her house, where three men and she had lived. There was a woman at the front desk looking quite busy on her computer, or at least pretending to be busy. Reina ignored her though, heading toward the elevators.

She suddenly thought of Chain, all alone, not surrounded by Kyoko and Rosairie. Then she thought of Valen and how he had left to be alone. Lastly, she remembered that the ceremony was fast approaching, and that all of them were to gather here.

'Why do I have the strange feeling that this incident, wherever it may be, has to do with Kyoko and Rosairie?'

Perhaps she was quick to place blame, but why else would Chain have seemed interested in it? He was there for them before... and--

"W-what's up with you?" said a nervous voice. Reina recognized it, but she didn't turn around. It sounded like the young man that had showed them up the elevator the previous day after Valen's fight with that boy. What was his name?

"I just came from the 12th floor. What a mess! Those new kids don't know a thing about security risks...," a gruff and deep voice came; the two voices were like opposites.

"Ah! Um... what security risk, sir?" the younger man answered back in his unsure tone.

The other man growled like a bulldog, "Some fool tried to hack into the system or some such nonsense. It was most likely some amatuer hacker who's bored, thrity-five with no girlfriend, and crying for attention!"

"A... a hacker?!"

"Are you hearin' what I'm saying to you Reeve?! An amatuer!" he said, his voice rising so that Reina could hear it quite clearly, "The boys on top will take care of it in no time. The new kids on that floor just aren't used to the system being breached. They thought it was something serious and were racing around like crazies. I was delivering some supplies to their floor when it happened and boy did I have a laugh!"

Reeve then proceeded to give a very forced laugh, obviously attempting to sound as if he agreed with the fellow's humor. Reina remembered the look of inexperience that Reeve had about him when she first saw him, no wonder he didn't find it funny.

"Right Sir! Well, I had better get back to work, I mean, I'm supposed to be watching this area. Two girls supposedly vanished from this floor, and um, I'm here to watch out for, erm, things... all, um, alone," Reeve said, an audible 'gulp' at the end of his sentence.

"Pfft! You greenhorn! Don't worry about it, you'll get used to it in no time! Besides, you're not the only one on the floor, just holler to me if you need somethin'!"

"Yessir!"

Reina tried not to look suspicious as the man talking to Reeve came walking past her, it was fairly easy. She just gave a blank look and then continued on her way toward the elevator. As she pressed the button, she heard a voice come from behind her.

"Can I help you?" came a gruff voice. Apparently her blank look hadn't been blank enough.

"Uh," she turned around slowly, "I'm one of the award ceremony kids. I was assuming I would go to the reception desk or something, right?" He was quite a burly man, like one of the many guards that Valen had mentioned. He had thick, curly black hair and a rather large nose.

He stood staring at her suspiciously, his thick arms folded.

OOC: Alter, if you don't want me to use Reeve, I'll take him out. I just thought I'd make amends for having him 'disappear' earlier.
 
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[OOC: Sorry about your eye, Mika. Sounds frusturating and somewhat unnerving. I hope everything works out alright soon. ^-^;]

Waiting until Reina left, Chain made his way down the street, attempting not to stagger though unable to hide the heaviness of his steps. Pausing by a convenience store, Chain's eyes briefly glanced through the front door. The store seemed empty, exempting the clerk who seemed fully occupied with reading yesterday's newspaper.

Choosing not to remove his hands from his pockets, Chain lightly kicked the steel base of the door, mentally grimacing as the opening door rung a bell and caused the clerk to look up. Without a word, Chain brushed past the front counter, head firmly down, and made his way among the narrow aisles. Walking toward the back of the store, the trainer raised his eyes slightly, scanning the walls. Then, ignoring the confused, slightly suspicious gaze of the store's only other resident, Chain stepped into the restroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Moving across the small room with a mere three steps, Chain reached for the sink before feeling himself stop. The trainer stared at his palm as though fully seeing it for the first time. Dark maroon covered his palm's surface, cracked with the creases of his hands.

Laying his hand at the sink's edge, Chain lifted his face toward the mirror. Though less stained, his head, face, and neck seemed more of a mess than his hands. Dried blood crusted the bottom edge of his still-luminous eyes, streaks of reddish brown being painted across his cheeks and jaw from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Moving down from his chin, the dark marks stopped at his collarbone where the blood had formed now-sticky shallow pools with the blood that had fallen from his ears when he earlier tilted his head forward.

Firmly grasping the faucet, Chain twisted it and turned the water on. Then, placing his hands beneath the falling stream, the trainer's eyes moved from the broken wall-mounted soap pump to the half-empty spare soap bottle sitting at the sink's edge. This might take awhile.

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Chain wiped a dry paper tower across his neck, removing the last stain of dark red from his skin. Crumpling the object in one hand, he dropped it into the garbage can beside him. A sign had been placed over the garbage receptacle built into the sink, simply stating "Out of Order - Use other garbage can." Similarly, the paper towel dispenser on the wall had been left empty, leaving a roll of paper towels standing on the counter. Overall, whoever cared for the restroom facilities at this store seemed relatively responsible, yet equally incapable of working with the devices provided by the building.

Lightly rubbing the side of his head, Chain murmured, "Guess I better get used to this headache for awhile. Doubt it's going away soon." Slipping his miniature computer from his pocket, Chain viewed it in silence for a moment. While I'm here, I might as well.

Releasing Circuit into the digital device, Chain quietly commanded, "Display all files downloaded today." A single window opened. That was all Circuit could get? Better than nothing, at least. Sliding his finger across the command pad, Chain selected "Open File." An error message appeared. Locked? I probably should have expected that.

"What kind of lock are we dealing with, Circuit?" At the Porygon's response, Chain felt his headache increase. How many types of locks are on this thing? I expected to find some difficulty opening WaiWai Inc.'s files, but I'm not even sure I recognize some of these security programs. Chain took a heavy breath, bracing himself for the task ahead. "Well, let's start with the locks we know how to deal with and go from there." Circuit's response flickered across the screen before being replaced by a series of numbers, symbols, and letters arranging themselves in various patterns.

Watching the screen in silence, Chain's mind began to wander as he mentally reviewed the most recent events. Earlier, after I had established a telepathic connection with Valen, I got a strange feeling. My head was hurting too much for me to really understand it, but . . . Chain placed a hand thoughtfully against his chin. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's doubtful . . . But, thinking back, it's almost as though there was at least one other foreign presence there. The male's hand moved to his forehead as he attempted to recall his mental communication with Valen. What exactly was that feeling . . . ?
 
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{ooc| OMG! They're making a evo for Electabuzz, and it looks cool! Yay, one of my favourite pokemon ever just got a little bit better! Now.... Um... what's going on....? xD}

Rosairie heard Valen's comment, that was for certain, but she simply pursed her lips and looked furious. There was no point retorting; she had got away for now, and if Kyoko had bruised the boy's ego in the mean time, well, that was all for the better then.
She hissed at Silence to stop sparking, nd he dropped back to her side, albeit grudgingly. For now, she would watch and wait.
 
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Sorry guys... my eye is so badly screwed up right now, I can't post unless Kogenta or Charon is online on msn due to the fact i'd probably make so many typos it would make your eyes bleed. -.- Thankfully tho, a friend of mine came over yesterday and read over my post. (Typing blind = making changes hard. >> when it BLURS every fifth letter) and we find out if surgery will fix it on the 25th so til then, please bear with the inactiveness

>>; Anybody know why PC was down for... um... four or so days? @_@



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If there was one thing she was going to regret in her entire life it would be the thing she was about to do. If playing with fire was safe, this to-be-completed action wouldn't be anything significant but she knew. She knew asking this was putting her at one hell of a disadvantage. She darted up after Valen, grabbing onto the hemline of Valen's shirt, effectively pulling him back towards her, "P-p-please... don't go just yet..." She turned halfway, pointing in the direction of her fallen object, "Please.... go get that for me..." Using her hand, she brushed away stray moisture from her left eye, blushing so brightly it could've lit the room had it been dark, she tightened her grip on his shirt, "...I'll do whatever you want... I can't get to it and I'm releasing my psychic type in here... I just think that would be stupid..." Looking up at him, she knew she looked pathetic and she simply didn't care. It was very obvious she was forcing every word of this out. Whatever she'd dropped was obviously worth enough to her that she was willing to all but grovel at Valen's feet for... whatever it was.

What was it?

It wasn't much, it was clearly visible as a rather old but well kept silver child's locket, worn with age.

As for what was inside it, assuming Valen could get it open and assuming that he cared, he would probably be able to find out easily
 
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