I believe I can fly.
Ooc: Sorry for taking an eternity getting this up, Eletj. ;) I know we had our little deal thing going on, but I ended up not being freed up until today, and even now, i'm on a two-hour time limit. So if this isn't up to par, forgive me, but at least it'll advance the Roleplay along a little bit. As for the Minnie thing, i'm not going to do Midian and her both in the same post. I'll do a Minnie post probably later on this week, after I get everything sorted out with The Elementals. Okey. Here I go.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I- - Whoa-aoh!! Meeting the acqauintence of a sudden and unexpected obstacle, the little Eevee immediately put on the breaks, throwing his entire weight into a single, desperate movement that, like the breaks of a Car, he prayed would halt the careening momentum that was his flailing form.
"Veeeeeee!" The little Evolution Pokemon shrieked in horror-stricken panic, smoke practically curling up from his paws as he grinded himself ever deeper into the pavement marking the set paths that Cineris Titan Students, were, every year, ordered strictly to stick to when traversing between classes, but many, in a rebellious and free-spirited effort to break from the reign of adult law, avoided purposely, traipsing through the grassy lawn meant only for instructional battles, Pokemon of all shapes and sizes loping at their sides. But this particular obstacle, the one that Ciel was floundering involuntarily toward at an uncontrollably breakneck pace, just so happened to be the biggest Pokemon in sight, and, as a tossed-in ironic little twist, the most ferocious in appearance. Why this massive Pokemon was even allowed run of the pathway that the thousands of other bustling trainers and their companions were made to edge along evaded Ciel completely, as the lumbering beast filled so much space, that its massive, elephantine paws protruded several inches off the six-foot wide pathway. Sure enough, as had almost been the case on the Helicopter, Ciel, on ordinary days just the plain, average almost to the point of being dull Normal-type Eevee, had today, been transformed, briefly at least, into a Flying-type creature. Unaccustomed to the ways of the air, and definitely not equipped with the appendages for mastering it, Ciel had no choice but to slame face-first into the gargantuan creature standing deliberately in every others' way.
"
Wipe out.." The Eevee groaned, peeling with painstaking effort the surface of his face from the creature's.. From the creature's.. Knee?!
But.. But.. Ciel thought, perplexed, mind shuddering from the overload on his senses, and all rational logic, while, at the same time, his heart, ordinarily the metronome, the monotonous beat setting the background for all regular activity, skyrocketed out of control, pulsating grossly larger than usual, hammering against the delicate structure that was his chest.
I swear, I must've been flying at least twenty feet in the air! Well, maybe not exactly twenty feet, but who's counting?! No need to dwell on the specifics, anyways.. Twenty, three, what difference does it even make?
The little Eevee's frenzied thoughts were interrupted abruptly, as a brash and ominous presence loomed over the staggering form that was the fragile little Eevee, bushy tail tucked down inbetween his oddly splayed legs, the tiny Pokemon's head lowered, crossed brown eyes rolling back into his jarred head momentarily, focusing upon the black canvas of nothingness that was presented to him, and then just as suddenly rolling back out, to gaze out dumbfoundedly at the broad daylight marking the default setting of reality. The little Eevee, still plagued with feelings of dizziness, unsettlement, and nausea amongst other things, could only sort these three out for the time being, and making the decision that it would be best to deal with these identified conditions first, chose to walk it out. As the Eevee drug a single microscopic paw forth though, as painstakingly and concentrating as if he were a Hiker attempting to heave himself up the face of a rock wall, a fat kid making the effort of clearing a fifty yard space to snatch up the last slice of Cake, a member of the elderly race when they spy a shining penny temptress laying victim out in the middle of a busy street. But all the Eevee's efforts were in vain, as his still-recuperating bones immediately gave out, failing him, around the same time, the creature, whatever it was, that had served as the airborne Ciel's landing pad, bellowed out an enraged and deafening roar.
"Oh..crap." Ciel gulped, the little Evolution Pokemon's big, brown eyes stretching wide open as slowly, dreadfully, he drug them up the mass of the hulking green creature's form, the creature that, compared to himself, was like a seperate planet, and the Eevee was certain would make comfortable living accomadations for himself, but a whole clan of Eevee. It wasn't entirely the size of the Pokemon that spooked little Ciel, that was only a fraction of the overall problem. The other part were in the large creature's double canines, surprisingly sharp, filed down to perfect points on the pearly ends, for the Grass-type Pokemon that he was. The other surrounding teeth, and it made more sense for the plant-based Pokemon to contain more of these than the four canines, were broad, and flat, appearing no more welcoming than the first few sets Ciel had gandered at, seemingly perfect for grounding up small, tough objects.
Grass-type Pokemon don't prefer meat.. do they?! Do they?! Especially not in the form of small, petrified Eevees..
Ciel, was in fact, so driven with fear by this creature, a Venosaur, the largest and most potent of all the Leafy clan, at least to the cowering little Eevee right now, that the desperate conquest he had embarked on, after Midian, his dear and precious if not scatter-brained and clumsy oaf of a trainer had been trapped inside the Medical Wing, had been furthest from his little mind for the past few minutes. The Bulbasaur he had been trailing, rather successfully up to this point, and more specifically, the girl being trained by her, had been almost in his grips, almost in reach of an ambush and interrogation by the furious little Eevee, who was fuming still, not so much at the girl and her Bulbasaur than at Midian herself, for being so blind and oblivious to entrust her secret, the single most important element, that not only her life, but his revolved and depended upon, blurting it out to a complete and total stranger, one that to the critical Eevee, resembled Lurch from The Addams' Family. And so he had been in hot pursuit of the duo, unsure of what exactly he would do when he got to them, but sure of one thing: That the girl, whoever she was, who had absorbed the majority of Midian and Lurch's conversation, and had beheld the full extent, the marvel of the powers he and Midian and striven for so many years to conceal, wouldn't have the chance to open her mouth and blurt out the secrets, and potential blackmail it tasted. That was, until, this moving planet had implanted itself directly in Ciel's way.
At first, the gutsy little furball of a Pokemon was enraged, How dare the Venasaur deliberately interrupt his bold and selfless mission?
"Hey, you!" The little Eevee growled, dragging himself into a position most convincing, a position, though barely held atop wobbling faulty limbs, looked almost half-legit. A battlestance that on any other Eevee, would look fiercely cute, laced with just an edge of menace, a show of defiance to inform any Pokemon, much less a Venasaur, that the pint-sized little Pokemon would at least give them a run for their money. With this Eevee, though, so obviously devestated from his previous nasty collision with the Seed Pokemon, that he looked more like a newborn Ponyta, though an infinity more awkward and unsturdy.
"Moving.. Planet!" Ciel continued on bravely, puffing his thin little chest out in an extra effort to intimidate the beastly Pokemon. The Venasaur only lifted a short eyebrow, wide jaw stretching open wide and twisting up into a superior smirk, as he lowered his great head, staring, with a cold maroon iris into the face of the little Eevee. Again, Ciel gulped, but stood his ground, ever more determined now not to lose his nerve or his rational line of thinking. His life, and Midian's even more, could depend on how he handled this whole situation.
"You wanna' go?!" Ciel barked out in a snapping, mocking tone, a much tinier miniscule version of the Venasaur's smirk flashing across his brave little face. Immediately, the Eevee regretted saying it. What tiny sliver of a chance he had of appealing to the monster creature's gentle giant half, however deep that portion of him may be buried under all the thick layers of menace, intimidation, and the brutal sense of torture he had replaced fun with, had dimished, as the creature, no more in a spiteful manner of sport, and now in an insulted fury, now that his reputation and abilities had been assaulted by a similar creature the size of his toenail, the Venasaur, with a tremulous jolting and shaking of the immediate flat terrain surrounding the two, fell, rather than crouched down into a battle position of his own. An ugly, barbarian grin spreading across the cracked, scaly surface of his muzzle, the Venasaur snorted once, licking his lips in eager anticipation.
"Uh-oh.." Ciel muttered, his tiny little body standing erect, seeming to forget all the pain twisting and knotting him up, hindering him to the point of limited mobility, as his tiny head turned upward, toward the Heavens, where a big, beautiful ball of eminent light dominated, the Heavens, the unveiling of a masterpiece of and mastered by the God himself, a representative of the earthly human representative, the same divine light radiating always, good times or bad, in solid darkness, or just the same, broad and beautiful daylight, the peak of a candle burning with strength and bold determination, refusing to flicker, and choosing to instead shine, the apple of his eye, the one affection of his heart, his Midian, who he knew was gifting them all with this illustrious vision in her happiness. At the most inconvenient of times, really, because the Venasaur had his gargantuan head lifted toward the Heavens as well, not simply just basking in and enjoying the glowing radiation in appreciation as every other Human and Pokemon was now doing, but sucking in the energy like a big green vacuum, the ancient bloom on the arch of his Dinosaur back glowing with a strange glow, beaming with the shiny encasing of the gathering light being absorbed into the large, yellow receptors plotted randomly all over the hanging petals of the blossom.
Ciel was no mind reader, by any means, had he posessed this acute and innate ability, he wouldn't have find himself quaking in fear, almost to the point of self-urination right now. But at this moment, it seemed as plain as day to him, what the simple and narrow-minded creature directly in front of him was thinking. The Eeveen raised his eyebrow questionably, first at the Vensaur's stereotypical burlesque voice. It was so expected, that it almost seemed arrange. Surreal. Move-like.
Dear Arceus! Ciel thought in outrage, averting his ever-changing and never monotonous expression up toward the Heavens, which, of all times, was feeding the Venasaur energy until the bloom was so fat, he looked to be a tick near explode. It were as if some force, craving sick, perverse drama, had led the unsuspecting ballsy Eevee to his own doom, and the spot where he stood now, the awful jello-ey weakness that plagued his every movement now wasn't meant to be there, but was only necessary for some dramatic plot twist?! Ciel was thinking too hard now, and he knew this, as he sank, defeated, down to his knees.
"Touche.." He laughed, shutting his wonderous brown eyes to the surrounding world, for what was the last time, he imagined, in preparation for the void of the universe, which he was sure, as he wasn't, at least he had a feeling, important enough to be received and greeted personally by Arceus, God of all, dead, live, and undead, that he would simply just be absorbed, his spirit anyways. His body naturally would be grinded to a pulp. The Solar Beam fully charged, the Venasaur flashed the Eevee a last smirk, one that the Eevee, his little eyes squinched fearfully shut, couldn't partake of anyways. But no matter, the little pipsqueak would be gone soon anyways..
"Goodbye, Midian.." The furry little creature whispered, between clenched and prepared teeth, though his eyes, closed fearfully to the cruel world outside them, had managed for her a single, shining crystal teardrop.
And then, a divine miracle, the likes of which Ciel had never encountered before- he and his trainer practically a magnet for ill will and bad luck, came in the form of a scream. Not his own scream, or even a person's rushing in to intervene. The deep, throaty roar of the Venasaur, recognized by the dying bellow that seemed to eminate from all vanquished beasts as his attack was reciprocated. But by..
"Out of my way!" This time, a new voice had come into play. Peeling one eye open, Ciel noticed a new form beside him, one that had leapt seemingly from nowhere, to the Eevee right now, his very own angel and saint descended from the heavens. Tears pooled within the little Evolution Pokemon's awe-stricken eyes, and a crooked smear spread across his tiny round face as he observed a Houndour, sleek ebony coat absorbing, just as rapidly and thirstily as the Venasaur, the light of the sun. Though the little Dark Pokemon seemed not to be manipulating the divine light in the same way that the Venasaur was, it was clear that the ever-lating ball of radiance was powering the Houndour's Flamethrower, intensifying the intense heat several fold, allowing it, combined with the Houndour's own remarkable strength, to easily combat the advanced Vensaur's Solarbeam attack. As the flame seemed to literally explode from the Houndour's mouth, and immediately sear and set ablaze the first particle of the Venasaur that it touched, the Houndour plastered on his own smirk, a goofier, more playful version of the Venasaur's cold-hearted one from earlier.
"Looks like someone came out of the Daycare too early.." He observed, appraising the Venasaur with an indifferent stare and an arched eyebrow as the creature screamed, and then thrashed in deserved agony.
"Ivy, come back!" Came a high-pitched and panicking voice, and from behind the huge mass of Pokemon, appeared the form of a frightened little boy, eyes releasing the dam of mean-spirited malice he had been watching the show with, and now filling with remorse, with shocked anger, of the unexpected retaliation.
"I'm sorry, Ivy!" The little boy babbled, staring mournfully at the Pokeball.
"I didn't see the Houndour come up, I swear! And now they're BOTH going to pay!"
"Uh-Oh".. Muttered the Houndour, the beginnings of a short, very pink tongue protruding from his dark muzzle. He tossed a glance over at Ciel, and gave him a little bit of a wink.
"What do we do?!" Ciel asked worriedly, hobbling weakly over to stand at the side of the Houndour, who was now watching the little worm of a trainer with a neutral, if not slightly playful expression, sporting no obvious fear, fury, or arrogance over his victory. His expression was so calm, so cool, so unchanging, as if he expected every detail of the previous scene, and it had went down exactly as he planned.
"We run!" The Houndour exclaimed, with a wage of his stubby little tail, crouching down into the position, and snatching up the tiny little Evolution Pokemon by the nape of his neck.
"Well, I do. You just.. hang there, until I can figure out a more comfortable arrangement." The Houndour mumbled through his mouthful of Eevee, as he sprang away from the scene, out of sight of the little weasel, before trouble could ensue.
"I don't think so! Ivy will be avenged!" The boy shrieked in a high-pitched, thin nasally voice, and as the likes of a second Pokeball, this one an Ultraball, left the imprisonment of his hand, Ciel could practically hear the Star Wars' Darth Vadar theme song accompanying it.
"Electivire, out!" He cried, and soon, a strange, mutant Insect Big Cat thingy sprange out, jaws immediately stretched in gaping preparation for what it would do to the two little Pokemon once he caught hold of them.
"Snap!" Ciel muttered, but the Houndour seemed unperplexed as he loped easily on, despite the incredible God-like strength and speed of the Electivire, relaxed and confident that his evasion was greater, his bemused smile stretching ever wider every time the Electivire was made to stop, and dodge incoming trainers or Pokemon. With a mounting sensation of dread, Ciel was starting to believe that the Houndour thought that this was all simply just a game, and that he didn't fully understand the consequences of game over.
"What's your name?" The Houndour asked, the smoothness of his voice depicting the state of his nerves, which, as before, had remained undaunted.
"Ciel", The Eevee responded simply, keeping worried eyes trained straight ahead, for anything he might be able to do to aid the Houndour savior, and increase their odds of survival by the slightest degree.
"You weren't following that chic with the Bulbasaur too, were you?" Ciel asked, expression exploding with shock as he swivelled his head 'round, to survey the Houndour's intentions for himself. He was dismayed to see, or feel, rather, that upon the innocent question of this one constant quest, the Eevee was instantly bathed in a sticky, wet fluid, one that smelled of a mixture of dirt, Pokemon food, and worn-out clothing. The realization that the substance was saliva sent the already-jostled Eevee into hysterics.
"Dude!" He yipped, squirming uncomfortably, which seemed to snap the Houndour back to attention.
"Oh, sorry." He apologized sheepishly, throwing an apologetic doggy smile Ciel's way, for honest effect.
"I was just promised something delicious, if I followed that girl and her Floral-scented Pokemon. It happens naturally, I don't get steaks that often. I'm Zero, by the way."
The little Pokemon's Fox-like ears perked up in return, and he returned the smile, putting the offensive, droolen odor he was now emitting out of his mind for the time being. His little tail began to wag in earnest, and he sighed, sagging in relief that the Houndour, being his only mode of transportation for the time being, was headed the way he had originally been intending before the Demon of an Ogre Pokemon had stopped him in his tracks. The wag of the tail, and the smile to match could have partially been due in part to the enthusiasm the little pint-sized Pokemon felt coursing throughout him, though, and in fact was. He had made his first four-legged friend at the Academy!
"What's in it for you?" Zero asked, continuing in his lope, nearly having to screech to a halt as a girl and her Oddish unexpectedly flew into their pathway, the slow-reflexed Human staring dumbly at the duo, as if she had never seen a Houndour carrying an Eevee before, and didn't quite know how to respond to the spectacle.
"Midian's safety. It would kill me if anything happened to her, and to me, but especially her because of some girl who couldn't keep her big mouth to herself. Midian can be a real ditz sometimes, and a clutz all-around, wth the way that she just blurts things out before even thinking their impact on the other person.. Same way with her actions." It's like.. she thinks this world is all a game. She knows she wasn't meant for it, she was meant for the Holy playground above, and born into it as a Holy Princess, just wishing on herself death so that she can return to the warm light.. Like some other creatures I know. Ciel thought, stealing a glance over at Zero.
"No juicy steak?" He had rattled on, this seeming to be a conflict in his mind.
"Bummer. If Damien puts out, i'll share, okay?!" The Houndour offered generously, the conflict seemingly resolved, simple as that, in his mind as that big, goofy grin came back into play. Ciel smiled, in quiet appreciation of his newfound friend's unending generosity, not just plucking him straight up from the jaws of death himself in Venasaur form, but now, without a second thought, offering up something as rare and delictable and elusive to two Canine Pokemon as a Steak.
"Whoa! Girl with the stripes and Bulbasaur, three o'clock!" Ciel barked, and as Zero's big, black eyes strayed, carrying Ciel with them, to a different direction entirely, Ciel grimaced, a big, fat sweatdrop rolling down alongside his furry little cheek, as he realized that the girl and her Pokemon weren't exactly in a three o'clock position. They were more like, straight ahead, a six feet's distance.
"Aha!" Zero exclaimed, dark eyes alighting triumphantly as he slowed his pace to a walk, seemingly forgetting the Electivire still racing desperately behind them. The Thunderbolt Pokemon hadn't forgotten them, though, and as the two little Pokemon crept into a building, in hot pursuit of the girl and her Bulbasaur in front of them, the Electivire followed also without hesitation, not even ridden down by a pant, his monstrous gate allowing him to achieve the same effect walking that the little Houndour had by running at full speed. Not even pausing to wait for the door to open for the chance to steal in, as Zero and Ciel had, the Electivire charged mercilessly through the thick double doors, wrenching the doors off their hinges, and making twin comical, yet hideously maccabre impressions of an enraged Electivire into the windowless bodies of the doors themselves. The stubby tail of the Houndour was just disappearing into the first door on the left, and so, the grunt-like Pokemon's simple mind fallowing through with the single order entrusted to him by his scrawny trainer, the Electivire, enactingno caution or stealth whatsoever, crashed through that door as well, scanning the room, sabre-like fangs protruding from his upper lip, as he searched in vain. The Houndour and the Eevee had tucked themselves away, out of sight, so that they could spy on the girl as she had on Midian and Damien, and to ensure, more than anything, that she wouldn't open her mouth and sing like a canary.
But as of now, they had bigger Magikarp, or, as in this case, Electivire to fry. The duo's eyes widened simultaneously in shock, as the Thunderbolt creature charged into the room, obviously surprised at the extent the Pokemon would go to just to avenge his fallen teammate. Or maybe it wasn't so much a case of anger, as of lack of intelligence and unerring obedience to his thoughtless trainer. In either case, Ciel and Zero, and the rest of Mr. Kenji Darkrose's homeroom were, to put it bluntly, completely and totally screwed.
"Crap." Ciel uttered, for what was definitely the second time today. Letting out a loud exhale, and taking in the sight of all the startled and frightened students, and knowing that they had been the one to dredge this creature up from the depths of the Black Lagoon, or, as it appeared in the Barbarian Pokemon's case, the ancient caves of the past.
"You know we have to do something about this, right?" He muttered to Zero, who but nodded once in the affirmative, dark eyes already falling down in a honed-in narrowed concentration, large puppy paws gripping the tile floor as he made himself known, revealing himself, to make him the one and only target of the Pokemon's rage, a sorry attempt to prevent any of the students or their Pokemon from injury. But the Houndour wasn't alone. Stepping up to the plate, beside him, Ciel flashed him a fearful but corageous battle, body still crippled with fatigue from the his previous crash and burn, but refusing to cower, and let his new buddy go it alone.
And so the two little Pokemon stood, selflessly, courageously, feigning a confidence of the powers which they were well-aware might not be sufficient enough this time to combat the advanced body and abilities of the Electivire. There was no sun here, nor rain. They were evenly matched, it would seem to the naked eye, two Pokemon lower on the Evolutionary chain versus the king of kings of Electric-type Pokemon, Ciel had the sneaking suspicion that they were the underdogs of the situation, all puns intended. Glancing over at Zero, he betrayed no fear, no dreading anxiety of the battle soon to commence, retaining his outwardly calm and cool demeanor as he stood, erect and proud, staring the Electivire down icily, Ciel guessing mentally preparing himself for the impossible feat they were both to accomplish: Keeping this room of thirty or so plus their instructor safe, while successfully taking down this mammoth of a Pokemon. Sparks were flying, literally, as the Electivire chrarged, prepping for one of the infamous and nasty shocks he were known for, to finish what the Venasaur had started, and perhaps earn him some rare praise from his trainer. Ciel gulped. This was it..
Meanwhile..
Midian, thanks in full to the efforts of Damien, had been plucked from her painstaking and futile crawl to the Medical Kit, which, in the current throbbing senility of her pain-ridden mind, had seemed like the Holy Grail, a Cornicopia of treasure that would relieve her aliment instantly, and set gently down on one of the Gurnies she had first found herself conscious.
"Back to Square one.." She muttered through gritted teeth, chuckling, not so much at her own joke than at her feeble attempt to make humor, even in this situation. Her unsettling eyes, always airborne, it seemed, and never still, not more than a few seconds, a natural impulse, as allowing the vessels to remain on another's any longer could result in rather ghastly consequences, focused, oddly enough, on Damien's, and as they did, as she stared down and sifted among the hazel depths of his own, she was pleased at what she found there, Purity, not so much in literal sense but as in spirit, an honest striving for the good of mankind, and the genuine concern and care, that, though wasn't entirely expelled on the outside, Midian felt, not only in her eyes, but in her heart, as she accepted the Medical Kit with her "Strong hand". After her thorough invesitgation of him, Midian came away with a feeling of satisfaction, that her secret really would be safe with him, and, that out of selfish gain and material greed, he wouldn't crow it to the first official he came in contact with. Forcing the Medical kit open with her one good hand, examining the boy who examined her with an odd curiosity, removing a roll of Medical tape and winding it around the throbbing hand.
The tape didn't do anymore more than restrain the appendage from swelling even further, and, wrapped about her once pale and slender hand, now swollen to the point of looking like an overripe, squeezed to the point of deformation Tomato, appearing grotesque as the skin and pain continued to extend, past the tape, which, while successfully keeping the hand from exploding, was also cutting off the circulation in her hand. Faint tinges of blue began to emerge in splotches among the scarlet sea boiling within her hand, just as Midian thought she had fixed it. Unbeknownst to her, a faint fluttering had started up in her chest, provoked from the cheer energy she exerted just to keep from crying out in agony, as her healing tendencies pulsated stronger within her, and the initial backup from resisting them began to occur. Turning pleading translucent eyes toward the boy, the pale irises overflowing more with tears of stinging pain, more than emotion, and like a hurt animal, let out a low, involuntary whimper. She wouldn't have dared ask for his assistance, not after all he had done, not after everything he had been through. But she recalled now, that he was beside the Bunny girl when she had stood over him, and so logic would say that perhaps he was acquainted with her.
"Do you.." She spat out, between gasps, the efforts of conversation only doing more to heigthten her already miserable pain.
"..know where that girl.. might have gone.." After this, she could continue on no longer, and before defensive unconsciousness, the one mechanism that could allieviate all her symptons, the nasty side effects of being a said 'chosen one', could set in, she forced herself to her feet, eyes lit with a hopeless determination, like watching a Fly struggle against the confines of a Spider Wb. Only, she played both predator and victim. Her injuries were fault of her own, not directly, but her own nature. How could it be, that abilities so helpful, marking the salvation of others could be her own victim, her own natural suicide? Midian didn't know, and she didn't care to ponder these as she again scanned the room, for a third time setting her sights on the ominous window, as it was obvious in her grotesque condition that she couldn't rush out past the nosy Nurse.
Midian versus unrelenting window. Part two. She thought savagely, eyes narrowing down as, inhaling a deep air of breath, she clutched the lame hand against her delicate chest, and set off again, with the same speed she had ambled towards the Medical kit, toward the window.
