OOC: Like yayness! *Throws confetti* There's not very much Ashley can do at the moment since John totally blew off her attempt at being supportive and since she's already set off after Tessie, so...
FORESHADOW TIME!!! XD
As usual, it will take a while before the foreshadowed one shall actually join our heroes.
IC:
Meanwhile, things were amiss in the north quarter, specifically within the large and rapidly crumbling stone structure that had once been the Barrel City library. At one time the library might have been a fairly majestic sight with its large, stone columns, beauitfull glass windows and towering bookshelves. But ever since Team Gear had taken control of the north quarter the structure had been rapidly falling into disrepair. With the staff scared off or disposed of by other means and any books containing information that had been deemed 'worthwhile' or 'dangerous either confiscated or destroyed so that they would not cause harm to the team, it had pretty much become a free playground for every local hooligan looking to cause some damage to other people's property for no apparent reason. The windows had long since been shattered to pieces by rocks and other blunt instruments, as had the ceiling lamps. Someone had managed to short-circuit the power system too, and there was a major clog in the toilets of the ladies' bathroom. What few things of value, including those that had been bolted down, that had avoided Team Gear's sweep were quickly scrounged up by other greedy individuals, leaving nothing but mountains of steadily detoriating books and the creaking old bookshelves upon which they lay to haunt the gloomy halls, waiting for the mold and vermin to fnish them off.
As mentioned before however, there was an unusual amount of commotion in the locale that evening, shouts, cries of pok?mon, and heavy footsteps filling the silent halls and flashlight beams dancing across the walls and bookcases, leaving their decomposed state plain for all to see. It was another raid. But this time it wasn't Team Gear, and this time...they weren't after the books...
"Over there!" called one of the humans, a rather lanky boy in his late teens dressed in an equally faded black fan t-shirt of the old and hopelessly out-of-fashion heavy metal band 'Faint Attack' and a pair of grey, skin-tight pants, with a dirty mop of faded brown hair on the top of his head which almost covered the left one of his dark brown eyes, turning his flashlight to one of the shaded corners of the room, just in time to reveal a mangy Rattata scampering off "Go Persian! Fake Out!"
The rat pok?mon did not even stand a chance as the Persian lunged, striking its victim down in one blinding swoop, rendering it easy pickings for the pok?ball that followed.
"Right-o, I think that's, like, the last of them." said the most in-charge looking one of the group, another boy, this one in his early twenties, with slightly les messy black hair and manically gleaming black eyes, dressed in a shabby white overcoat and a pair of rather old looking white jeans and a pair of grey boots which clashed rather badly with the rest of his attire, "Now we ought to, like, ditch this joint before Team Gear catches on. So, like, scoot, gusto dudes! Gusto!" he emphasised his words with almost exaggerated hand-gestures, taking point of the group and starting out the walk across the main hall, the exit already visible on the other side.
"Hey boss..." came a rumbling voice from the third group member, a practically enormous male who seemed to be hardly older than the one in the overcoat, dressed in a very-stretched out and sweaty looking white t-shirt and a particularly large pair of dark green shorts as well as a faded green vest which looked at least two sizes too small for him. His wide and almost child-like face was almost completely hairless, except for a short covering of blondish hair at the very top, and his green eyes were darting nervously across the cavernous main hall of the library, an obvious sign of his nervosity "I don' like this place...I don' like this place at all..."
"Oh, is that so?" the one in the white overcoat, apparently the boss, asked in a silky voice, turning to the enormous young man behind him, "Well in that case, might I suggest that you...SHUT YOUR PORK TRAP AND MOVE YOU BIG LUMMOX!" he yelled, causing the other one to crouch down and shiver in fear, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was a good head taller, "THE FASTER YOU MOVE THE SOONER WE'LL GET OUT OF THIS DUMP! So like, gusto dude! Gusto!"
"He-he's got a point, Ray..." the brown-haired one interjected, casting a nervous glance at his surroundings, "I swear there's someone out there looking at us."
"Oh for crying out loud!" Ray yelled, running a hand over his face, "Listen to you! How on earth do you think we'll ever earn our street cred as a serious team if you're afraid of a little dark, huh?! How will the Scorpion Army ever get famous that way?! Shape up dudes! And like-"
{Halt vile villains!}
Although fairly high-pitched and feminate, the sudden call of a new voice in the area was enough to shock the two already frightened humans in Ray's company, causing both of them to drop their flashlights and leap behind their leader in shock.
{Inara! Get back here girl! Are you off your rocker?!} another voice exclaimed, the rustle of tiny footsteps across the stone floor becoming audible. {Tazu! Where are you, fool boy?! You should have been keeping her away from this 'heroics' nonsense!}
{But madame Nyalee...} a third voice groaned, another set of footsteps travelling across the floor {I tried to...but lady Inara insisted...she hit me with a String Shot and-}
{Ah there you are my valiant companions!} called the first voice, {I know you are worried but I have to do this! It is the destiny of I, the coming ruler of our glorious nation, to stand before our people as a beacon of hope against the nefarious tides of darkness!}
{What nonsense are you spouting girl?!} the second voice fumed, {You have been reading those books again, haven't you?!}
{That is of no consequence dear maid...} the first one replied haughtily, {Mine destiny hath been set and I shan't shirk from it, I will cleanse our kingdom of evil, starting with these three!}
Meanwhile, Ray had recovered his witts, even though his two companions still hadn't, and quickly snatched one of the flashlights that they had discarded, pointing it towards the source of the commotion and revealing the people behind it; they were Wurmples, three of them. One was a somewhat old and shrivelled looking one, her back slightly bent with age and her eyes turned into an ever-so-slight squint. Next to her stood a younger and far more fidgety looking male who bowed apologetically whenever the old one adressed him, looking very submissive and still bearing a few strands of torn silk across his body, apparently evidence of the String Shot attack he had spoken of earlier although of course, the trio of humans could not understand pok?talk anymore than they could understand the theory of relativity so they did not know it. The third one however, now there was a far more unusual sight...it was a fairly young and practically regal looking female, her little head held up high in accompaniment of the proud posture that she maintained, the stinger on her head pointed towards Ray and the others. The most astounding thing about this Wurmple was her colour however...it was not the usual shade of red that most Wurmples were but was instead a distinctly dark shade of purple, almost indigo in fact, and she seemed to glisten in a rather beautiful way even in the light that the flashlight cast upon her.
{Now look what you've done girl!} the old one, who was apparently called Nyalee, snapped, turning to squint towards the source of the light, {Now they've got us in their sights and we'll be sent of into slavery!}
{Nay!} the purple one, who apparently went by the name of Inara, protested stubbornly, maintaining her pose even as the male Wurmple next to her, who by logical deduction was the one called Tazu, began backing down ever so slightly, although a harsh glare from Nyalee immediately stopped him {Now I shall purge our kingdom of the foul taint of these miscreants!} she pointed her stinger straight towards the source of the light, preparing to lunge at her foes, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she could barely reach Ray's knees.
"That Wurmple..." Ray said, his eyes gleaming greedily, "I have never seen its like before! That one has more collectors value than you two could possibly imagine! Catch it for me! Catch it right now!"
"Don't look at me..." the brown haired one said, scoffing, "I'm here for capturing and strategical councel, grunt work is Steve's area."
"B-but boss..." the big one who went by the name Steve stammered, apparently intimidated by the little bug type, "There could be poison in that stinger! Mommy always said that I was very susceptible to-"
"I don't care what you're mother said, Steve!" Ray interrupted, whacking the big one over the head, "Catch that Wurmple for me, pronto!"
He elbowed the big one hard, causing him to stumble forward towards Inara and the other Wurmples.
"There-there..." Steve stuttered, shaking visibly as he reached for the caterpillar pok?mon, "Good Wurmple...nice Wurmple...don't sti-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT STUNG ME!" the humungous young man screamed, leaping backwards and tumbling over Ray, all the time clutching his aching thumb and the small, bleeding wound that Inara's stinger had left at its tip, the finger quickly beginning to swell up as the poison started taking effect.
"Ack! Get off me you fool!" Ray barked, struggling under Steve's bulk, "Harry! Like, get your intellectual rear in gear and do your thing!"
"Fine then..." the brown haired one muttered, reaching for one of the pok?balls on his belt, "Go Snea-!"
He never got time to finish the command as a projectile of Wurmple silk suddenly struck him square in the face, another set of strings clamping around the arm that was holding the pok?ball.
{My thanks for your timely intervention my brave companions!} Inara declared, beaming at the two other Wurmples who had joined the fray, {Now we shall finish of these heinous villains once and for all! Follow my lead!} the Wurmple took a few steps back, preparing to strike again, but before she could lunge, she suddenly found herself under assault...from behind, as both of the other Wurmples promptly wrapped her up with String Shots.
{Wha-what is the meaning of-?}
{So-sorry your highness...} Tazu stuttered, unleashing another String Shot to shut the most indignant looking Wurmple's mouth, this was going to be hard enough without her tired old rhetoric.
{We're saving your skin, fool girl, that's what the meaning of this is!} Nyalee declared, setting of in as brisk a motion as she could manage, with quite significant help from Tazu, as both Wurmples promptly dragged Inara off with surprising speed and despite the Wurmples muffled protest, slipping out through the large wooden doors, which had been left slightly ajar, before Ray and his companions had managed to sort out the mess they were in.
OOC: Hehee...it turned out rather long. ^-^ Anyways, those three are all Wurmples from my Emerald game, although I switched around Tazu's and Nyalee's personalities because I felt like it.
