Sgt Shock
Goldsmith
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- Age 33
- Rokkenjima
- Seen May 19, 2014
Entry VI: Tenebra
Viridian City- Post Two and Three
"Walking in darkness with nowhere to go, the seeker of knowledge trends the path unknown to the world. Treading the moonless path, the scholar watches closely for afar. An undisturbed history is the best unless you want to create history yourself. Then you must walk through the darkness into the ribbons of light. Are you going to be the watcher or the creator of history? The answer varies from person to person. –Simon McCoy, Wisdom II"
Plains of Crepusculum—Inside the Book of Crepusculum
"Looks like you haven't gone to sleep, Ark…"
"What did father want exactly?"
"He just came to warn me of the impending darkness. Did you find anything?"
"Aside from the suspicious grunts, nothing major, so we shouldn't risk our lives battling."
Isaiah was actually quite satisfied with Ark's report on the situation. If he didn't have to fight, he wasn't about to. It would risk his everything that he had collected—including his own life. He pleasantly nodded his head before allowing Ark to continue her way up through the main hallway of Crepusculum Castle. She positioned herself at the pew before Isaiah.
Within the binders of the book was a world that only Isaiah could enter besides another Wisdom of course. The plains of Crepusculum housed everything that was bound to those pages. The world itself was vast enough to be considered nothing less than a world of its own. It had buildings upon building in the main which spiraled around the main square. Though many of these building were inhabited—they were the houses of previous owner's pokemon—they held many of the artifacts that Isaiah had found. It was indeed quite the phenomenon under an orange-crimson sky.
The light from the always setting sun shone through the stained glass windows of the cathedral. It was the main hall for the Isaiah and his pokemon to meet. It was hardly furnished aside from the pews and the main throne in where Isaiah would watch over the meeting. Of course, it wasn't much of a meeting compared to his ancestors, but he was proud of the four people in attendance. Not pokemon, people was in attendance. The world would allow the pokemon to assume a humanized form upon capture to assure better speech. So what would be a normal Hoothoot to anyone else, Isaiah would see as a beautiful woman before him.
"How are you enjoying Crepusculum, Sir Revelation?" Isaiah flashed to the middle aged man before him.
"Not exactly what I expected when I was captured by a trainer," the man's red eyes studied Isaiah closely as he sipped his water.
"You'll get used to it after a while," Ark said darting a glare from the corner of her blue eyes. She pushed the bangs of her light brown hair from her face before taking a sip of water herself.
"It kind of me off guard too at first, you'll get used to Isaiah little world though. "
"You call this little…"
Revelation glared towards King, normally a Seedot in the normal world. The small child-like like body was curled tightly within a ball on the pews as he gave a smile off. He was indeed the youngest of all of Isaiah's pokemon yet he was one of the most loyal to. The dark skinned boy placed his feet on the floor before continuing on to the reassurance to eliminate Revelation's doubts. He closed his eyes as he wrapped the tan blanket closer to his body.
"I can tell you this, Revelation. Isaiah isn't a bad fellow. Scary…" King thought about it for a while before continuing. "But definitely not a bad person," he nodded his head.
"I'll take your word for it."
Revelation ran his fingers through his short white hair as he came slightly to terms with being human in this world. He wasn't used to standing on the two these thick legs or grabbing things with these large hands. All of it was foreign. He was more than confused. Ark walked behind Revelation's pew to give him an embrace around the next. She lowered her head allowing her fair faces skin to rub against the stuffy beard of the humanized Absol. She smiled.
"You'll get use to it. Trust me on that," Ark rubbed Revelation's back.
"If you want some time to get used to it all, I won't use you in battle," Isaiah mentioned.
"Nah, battling is what keeps me going. I guess I'll get better opponent to kill."
"Good!" Isaiah spoke almost in "that's a great idea" tone.
Ark released her embrace around Revelation's neck before taking her seat beside him. She took quite a lot of pleasure meeting the newest members, a scary serial killer happened to be no different. Her boldness even cracked the malice expression on Revelation's pale face from time to time. Isaiah laughed.
"Where's Judge?" King looked around for his buddy.
"He's sleeping in the back pew," Isaiah pointed. "Wake him up, King."
"Gotcha, Isaiah!"
The small body of the boy shot out of his pew and staring bobbing and weaving through the pews and columns of the cathedral. His blanket almost seemed like a blur as he continued to the last pew on the right side of the aisle. A teenage boy was stretched across the pew as though it was a bed. King wondered to himself how someone could actually get comfortable in these hard wooden pews. He pushed the thought aside.
"Hey Judge! Judge….! JUDGE!" King shook him with all the vigor that his little body could muster. That hardly worked only giving a slight rustle within his slumber. King gave a large sigh before pulling a moving off that no one expected. The boy leaded his gray covered head back before head butting him as hard as he could in the forehead. Judge yelped in pain as his eyes shot open. He immediately started to rub his forehead.
"What the blue hell was that, King! Dammit…" Judge rubbed his head.
"We are trying to have a meeting here," King said relatively unaffected by the head butt.
"I don't give a damn…" Judge spoke with his voice slurring.
"You want to evolve, don't you," King pouted.
"Yeah...but…I'm so sleepy!"
King gave a "whatever" before going back to his pew that was relatively in the middle of the room. Judge brought himself upright before bring his bare feet on the wooden pew. His pale skin of his face was covered by a veil of white long white hair. He sighed before taking attention to Isaiah in the front of the room.
"Now that I have everyone's attention," Isaiah spoke. At least Revelation wasn't a distraction for the most part; Judge was a bit of a different story. "We are here to talk about the other chosen."
"What about 'em…" Judge spoke after a yawn.
"All of them are in great danger including myself. We need to be careful and watch all of them as closely as possible to assure none of them reach an untimely death."
"What about you?" Ark crossed her legs allowing her knee length coffee-colored dress to sway as she did so.
"I'll need all of your protection of course. That's means at your best."
"I see, I see," Judge laid on his back allowing his cream color hair to fall behind the back of the pew in front of him.
"I'm going to keep a watch on the rest of the chosen tonight. Wish me luck."
"Do you want me to come?" Revelation folded his thick arms. Ark smiled.
"Sure…"
"Then it is settled. I'll meet Revelation and Ark in the other world. King and Judge, keep on your toes. I might need you."
"Aye." "Sure whatever."
"Then we are dismissed."
King and Judge exited the main hall allowing Revelation and Ark to be alone with Isaiah. Isaiah closely watched the two of them. He was pretty proud of the newest member of his world as well as the first. He nodded his head.
"Let's go."
The three of them successful managed to watch the rest of the chosen's within the Viridian City closely through most of the night. None of them had been attacked or harm during Isaiah's patrol leaving Isaiah to assume the better; that being that Team Rocket didn't know exactly who the chosen were to launch an attack. It would have been the optimum time to do so considering all of them was bundled like flowers to twine, but it came out much better than he had expected.
Isaiah took some time to rest. He honestly didn't need to sleep that much. He had trained his body enough to go sleepless for the most part of the night without repercussions. The only thing that he could really feel that was off that his movement was a bit slower than normal. Other than that, he was fine. Ark flew to his shoulder.
<Do you see the soul lines yet,> Ark asked.
"I see several…" Isaiah spoke as he observed the lines.
Soul lines were the bond between a legendary and a human as well as a person's feelings. Right now he could see several of them connecting one person to their legendary pokemon. There were several of pinkish hued lines, two crimson ones, two green ones, one blue one, and a black one that reached towards the sky. Many legendaries had made their choices. It was rather pleasing to see. He turned his attend back to Revelation and Ark.
"We should be heading down the route soon."
<We need to meet a couple of people as well.>
"I'm curious about meeting Mew's and Darkrai's chosen. I'm very curious," Isaiah mentioned stroking his chin.
<Before we do any of that,> Ark mentioned. "We need to drop past the Pokemart."
<Sounds like a plan…>
Isaiah rubbed the back of Revelation's head to tell him to come. He did while Ark hovered around his general air space. He approached the blue roofed building to be greeted by an older woman who opened the door courteously. He entered with his two pokemon close by his side.
The woman dashed behind the counter before preparing the rest of the opening deeds. After those deeds were finished, she stood behind the counter waiting for the consumer to make his choice.
"I will like…" Isaiah observed the merchandise. "Five pokeballs, Five potions, and five antidotes," he counted it off in his head.
"Alright," the woman spoke as she typed the figures in the computer. "Your total is 3000 pokedollars."
Isaiah shuffled through his wallet, one of eight that he owned, to pull out the amount of pokedollars needed for the purchase. He pulled out these green and brown bills and counted them for the specific amount. It was a good thing that he battled Holly at Pallet Town. The amount of money that the sages gave him was not enough. He slid the exact money across the counter allowing the cashier to take it without worry for counting change. Pleased, the woman passed him his items within a large blue plastic bag.
"Thanks for shopping at Pokemart," she smiled.
"No thank you," Isaiah smiled.
He left the Pokemart before slipping the items within the pages of the book for safe keeping. Revelation eyed that in confusion while Ark just looked to him in amusement.
<The items stay in the pages for easy retrieval,> Ark spoke.
<That makes sense,> Revelation spoke.
"I guess we should be heading out then."
Isaiah studied the Route ahead, wondering exactly what was on that Route. For some reason, he felt a presence that he didn't like. He couldn't truly put his finger on it—but it had a lingering darkness emitting from it. He cracked a smile. A seeker of knowledge is always intrigued more about what is in the darkness than what is in the light. If something dark was indeed ahead, he was going to find what it was.
~
Author Note's (OOC): Please someone request a character interaction with me. :P Thank you.
Viridian City- Post Two and Three
"Walking in darkness with nowhere to go, the seeker of knowledge trends the path unknown to the world. Treading the moonless path, the scholar watches closely for afar. An undisturbed history is the best unless you want to create history yourself. Then you must walk through the darkness into the ribbons of light. Are you going to be the watcher or the creator of history? The answer varies from person to person. –Simon McCoy, Wisdom II"
Plains of Crepusculum—Inside the Book of Crepusculum
"Looks like you haven't gone to sleep, Ark…"
"What did father want exactly?"
"He just came to warn me of the impending darkness. Did you find anything?"
"Aside from the suspicious grunts, nothing major, so we shouldn't risk our lives battling."
Isaiah was actually quite satisfied with Ark's report on the situation. If he didn't have to fight, he wasn't about to. It would risk his everything that he had collected—including his own life. He pleasantly nodded his head before allowing Ark to continue her way up through the main hallway of Crepusculum Castle. She positioned herself at the pew before Isaiah.
Within the binders of the book was a world that only Isaiah could enter besides another Wisdom of course. The plains of Crepusculum housed everything that was bound to those pages. The world itself was vast enough to be considered nothing less than a world of its own. It had buildings upon building in the main which spiraled around the main square. Though many of these building were inhabited—they were the houses of previous owner's pokemon—they held many of the artifacts that Isaiah had found. It was indeed quite the phenomenon under an orange-crimson sky.
The light from the always setting sun shone through the stained glass windows of the cathedral. It was the main hall for the Isaiah and his pokemon to meet. It was hardly furnished aside from the pews and the main throne in where Isaiah would watch over the meeting. Of course, it wasn't much of a meeting compared to his ancestors, but he was proud of the four people in attendance. Not pokemon, people was in attendance. The world would allow the pokemon to assume a humanized form upon capture to assure better speech. So what would be a normal Hoothoot to anyone else, Isaiah would see as a beautiful woman before him.
"How are you enjoying Crepusculum, Sir Revelation?" Isaiah flashed to the middle aged man before him.
"Not exactly what I expected when I was captured by a trainer," the man's red eyes studied Isaiah closely as he sipped his water.
"You'll get used to it after a while," Ark said darting a glare from the corner of her blue eyes. She pushed the bangs of her light brown hair from her face before taking a sip of water herself.
"It kind of me off guard too at first, you'll get used to Isaiah little world though. "
"You call this little…"
Revelation glared towards King, normally a Seedot in the normal world. The small child-like like body was curled tightly within a ball on the pews as he gave a smile off. He was indeed the youngest of all of Isaiah's pokemon yet he was one of the most loyal to. The dark skinned boy placed his feet on the floor before continuing on to the reassurance to eliminate Revelation's doubts. He closed his eyes as he wrapped the tan blanket closer to his body.
"I can tell you this, Revelation. Isaiah isn't a bad fellow. Scary…" King thought about it for a while before continuing. "But definitely not a bad person," he nodded his head.
"I'll take your word for it."
Revelation ran his fingers through his short white hair as he came slightly to terms with being human in this world. He wasn't used to standing on the two these thick legs or grabbing things with these large hands. All of it was foreign. He was more than confused. Ark walked behind Revelation's pew to give him an embrace around the next. She lowered her head allowing her fair faces skin to rub against the stuffy beard of the humanized Absol. She smiled.
"You'll get use to it. Trust me on that," Ark rubbed Revelation's back.
"If you want some time to get used to it all, I won't use you in battle," Isaiah mentioned.
"Nah, battling is what keeps me going. I guess I'll get better opponent to kill."
"Good!" Isaiah spoke almost in "that's a great idea" tone.
Ark released her embrace around Revelation's neck before taking her seat beside him. She took quite a lot of pleasure meeting the newest members, a scary serial killer happened to be no different. Her boldness even cracked the malice expression on Revelation's pale face from time to time. Isaiah laughed.
"Where's Judge?" King looked around for his buddy.
"He's sleeping in the back pew," Isaiah pointed. "Wake him up, King."
"Gotcha, Isaiah!"
The small body of the boy shot out of his pew and staring bobbing and weaving through the pews and columns of the cathedral. His blanket almost seemed like a blur as he continued to the last pew on the right side of the aisle. A teenage boy was stretched across the pew as though it was a bed. King wondered to himself how someone could actually get comfortable in these hard wooden pews. He pushed the thought aside.
"Hey Judge! Judge….! JUDGE!" King shook him with all the vigor that his little body could muster. That hardly worked only giving a slight rustle within his slumber. King gave a large sigh before pulling a moving off that no one expected. The boy leaded his gray covered head back before head butting him as hard as he could in the forehead. Judge yelped in pain as his eyes shot open. He immediately started to rub his forehead.
"What the blue hell was that, King! Dammit…" Judge rubbed his head.
"We are trying to have a meeting here," King said relatively unaffected by the head butt.
"I don't give a damn…" Judge spoke with his voice slurring.
"You want to evolve, don't you," King pouted.
"Yeah...but…I'm so sleepy!"
King gave a "whatever" before going back to his pew that was relatively in the middle of the room. Judge brought himself upright before bring his bare feet on the wooden pew. His pale skin of his face was covered by a veil of white long white hair. He sighed before taking attention to Isaiah in the front of the room.
"Now that I have everyone's attention," Isaiah spoke. At least Revelation wasn't a distraction for the most part; Judge was a bit of a different story. "We are here to talk about the other chosen."
"What about 'em…" Judge spoke after a yawn.
"All of them are in great danger including myself. We need to be careful and watch all of them as closely as possible to assure none of them reach an untimely death."
"What about you?" Ark crossed her legs allowing her knee length coffee-colored dress to sway as she did so.
"I'll need all of your protection of course. That's means at your best."
"I see, I see," Judge laid on his back allowing his cream color hair to fall behind the back of the pew in front of him.
"I'm going to keep a watch on the rest of the chosen tonight. Wish me luck."
"Do you want me to come?" Revelation folded his thick arms. Ark smiled.
"Sure…"
"Then it is settled. I'll meet Revelation and Ark in the other world. King and Judge, keep on your toes. I might need you."
"Aye." "Sure whatever."
"Then we are dismissed."
King and Judge exited the main hall allowing Revelation and Ark to be alone with Isaiah. Isaiah closely watched the two of them. He was pretty proud of the newest member of his world as well as the first. He nodded his head.
"Let's go."
*
Isaiah took some time to rest. He honestly didn't need to sleep that much. He had trained his body enough to go sleepless for the most part of the night without repercussions. The only thing that he could really feel that was off that his movement was a bit slower than normal. Other than that, he was fine. Ark flew to his shoulder.
<Do you see the soul lines yet,> Ark asked.
"I see several…" Isaiah spoke as he observed the lines.
Soul lines were the bond between a legendary and a human as well as a person's feelings. Right now he could see several of them connecting one person to their legendary pokemon. There were several of pinkish hued lines, two crimson ones, two green ones, one blue one, and a black one that reached towards the sky. Many legendaries had made their choices. It was rather pleasing to see. He turned his attend back to Revelation and Ark.
"We should be heading down the route soon."
<We need to meet a couple of people as well.>
"I'm curious about meeting Mew's and Darkrai's chosen. I'm very curious," Isaiah mentioned stroking his chin.
<Before we do any of that,> Ark mentioned. "We need to drop past the Pokemart."
<Sounds like a plan…>
Isaiah rubbed the back of Revelation's head to tell him to come. He did while Ark hovered around his general air space. He approached the blue roofed building to be greeted by an older woman who opened the door courteously. He entered with his two pokemon close by his side.
The woman dashed behind the counter before preparing the rest of the opening deeds. After those deeds were finished, she stood behind the counter waiting for the consumer to make his choice.
"I will like…" Isaiah observed the merchandise. "Five pokeballs, Five potions, and five antidotes," he counted it off in his head.
"Alright," the woman spoke as she typed the figures in the computer. "Your total is 3000 pokedollars."
Isaiah shuffled through his wallet, one of eight that he owned, to pull out the amount of pokedollars needed for the purchase. He pulled out these green and brown bills and counted them for the specific amount. It was a good thing that he battled Holly at Pallet Town. The amount of money that the sages gave him was not enough. He slid the exact money across the counter allowing the cashier to take it without worry for counting change. Pleased, the woman passed him his items within a large blue plastic bag.
"Thanks for shopping at Pokemart," she smiled.
"No thank you," Isaiah smiled.
He left the Pokemart before slipping the items within the pages of the book for safe keeping. Revelation eyed that in confusion while Ark just looked to him in amusement.
<The items stay in the pages for easy retrieval,> Ark spoke.
<That makes sense,> Revelation spoke.
"I guess we should be heading out then."
Isaiah studied the Route ahead, wondering exactly what was on that Route. For some reason, he felt a presence that he didn't like. He couldn't truly put his finger on it—but it had a lingering darkness emitting from it. He cracked a smile. A seeker of knowledge is always intrigued more about what is in the darkness than what is in the light. If something dark was indeed ahead, he was going to find what it was.
~
Author Note's (OOC): Please someone request a character interaction with me. :P Thank you.