Fragments of Alarayne | The Memory of the Goddess

[Alter Ego]

Nyu, I haven't seen Melissa around for a while (RL stuff keeping her busy, I think) but I'll try to skulk around here and DA just in case she shows up. But yeah, can't promise any results at this point.

Also, was that a derogatory 'pfft'? *Insecurity* o.o Well, regardless, I felt bad about certain fields so I have edited. *Pokes profile* A couple of the fields are in the +/- format for greater informativeness and Flammie's description has been fully redone. I'll probably edit the others too if time allows it, but right now I need to go and lie down for a moment. Stupid cold...-.-

 

[Lucian]

so im confused... First of all, NONE of my Sample isin 1st person.... and secondly, detail isnt hard to fix, it was late and i just got it so i could post it.

 

[Alter Ego]

so im confused... First of all, NONE of my Sample isin 1st person.... and secondly, detail isnt hard to fix, it was late and i just got it so i could post it.

Umm...this is just a guess, but I think she took the first person thing from the rest of your profile. It is kind of silly to write part of the profile in first person if you RP in third, you know. Also, she just made it official that 4th generation pokémon aren't allowed, so that kind of leaves you without a team. Seems like more than just a little edit to me. :\ But yeah, I'm not running this show so I won't interfere further. ^^

 

[Lucian]

ya i guess your right, i didnt notice shesaid that... damn, imsad, i really like this,and i wanted to be a part ofit :-(

 

[Kogenta]

I am not sure if I can have my profile finished by Saturday night. ^-^;; In a few hours, I will be off the computer until Sunday night, so the earliest time at which it will be completed is then. Is that alright? If not, I understand.

 

[Mika]

No, it's fine. ^^ That's a legit excuse. -nodnod- I dont' have time to put up the first post tonight anyways.

 

[Alana]

I've already missed the required time and I don't think I'll be able to keep up with this RP even if I could finish my profile tonight. I can't even keep up with the one's I'm in right now and I don't want to be a hindrance to this one so I'm going to withdraw my spot. ^^;

 

[Mika]

I've already missed the required time and I don't think I'll be able to keep up with this RP even if I could finish my profile tonight. I can't even keep up with the one's I'm in right now and I don't want to be a hindrance to this one so I'm going to withdraw my spot. ^^;

Aww... okay. <3 Hope to see you next time around. -gives duckie-

 

[Teh Death]

-- ooc --
Hey guys, sorry I'm last. As.. always x_x here's Yoh's doo hickey :3 And thanks to mai Mika love for the helps < 333

-- /ooc --

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name:
Nick Names:
Age: 10 ( approved by Mika for plot purposes )
Location of Childhood Home:
Gender: Male
Type of Trainer: Lab Offspring

-+- Pokemon:

Current Pokemon on your Person:

Kro, Aggron

Personality: Kro, like Yoh is a very stoic pokemon. But when angered he is quite the force to be reckoned with. He like his partner Ore are never kept in balls, and usually Kro sticks close to Yoh, who in the eyes of Kro is something similar to his child. He is extremely protective of Yoh and can pick up on any distress or uneasiness in the boy almost instantly, and quite often responds quite angrily unless Yoh assures him its alright.

History: Kro was literally ran into by Yoh when the boy was only four and the Aggron had at once picked up on the boy's innocence and young age and had in a show of previously unheard of nurturing had taken the boy in and cared for him. His armor is chipped, dented and scratched in quite a few places from old battles with other pokemon but he is far from weakened by that and in fact displays the scars from his life of living alone and protecting his 'child' with a fatherly sense of pride.


Name: Ore, Steelix

Personality: Ore is a very forward pokemon, if he doesn't like something you'll know usually by a sharp growling or begrudging look. He, like Kro is also very protective of Yoh and will put his life on the line to protect the child. Towards others Ore is usually very hard; he trusts only Yoh and Kro and refuses to do anything but. Though he won't simply attack someone he doesn't like, he'll simply… push them over or trip them up occasionally and then stare with a bemused look, knowing there was nothing the person could really do when faced with a massive, thirty two foot snake of steel.

History: Ore was found as an Onix when Yoh was wandering around the mountains with Kro. At first Kro was very hostile towards Ore but Yoh took a liking to the big rock snake and after two years Ore had been evolved when Yoh got his thieving little hands on the metal coat of some traveler left out quite carelessly. And after several years of training with Yoh, Ore developed the same sense that Kro has with Yoh a sort of emotion perception that can change his mood from tolerant to deadly in an instant. But like Kro, Ore will never go out of the line of Yoh's word and shares a bond with the boy that can't be broken.

Pokemon hidden Depths of Tall Grass or your PC Box: None as of right now


-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/Style:Bluish-silver, long
Height:3'6"
Weight: 40 pounds
General Appearance: Small in size even for a ten year old, Yoh is a little one but his size was never something to judge him on. Milky, silvery blue eyes would always stare at one and it would seem the child was always in deep thought. But the truth was a far dimmer one, as though those eyes of his were utterly mystifying, he would never see those looking back at him, or the world he lived in at all, having been born without the gift of sight.
The boy's hair often left to fan about his shoulders reached as far down as his lower back the strands a pale, silvery blue that would, given the right light cast a sort of aura around the boy's features which were still young and could have been perfection, would there not have been a large scar running down the left side of his face, from his forehead to his chin. The rest of his body was covered in similar flaws, and he has a permanent limp in his left leg, that along with the rest of his imperfections testament to an already rough life.
Usually the boy's dress was quite simple, jeans and a white t-shirt that was usually torn and dirty but on the occasions he was taken out of the lab he was given nicer clothes that were usually a new pair of jeans, shirt and a jacket depending on the weather. But since he rarely left the lab, or his home just behind the establishment you could usually bet to find him in the first set of mentioned clothing.


-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear: The child's greatest strength lies in his ability to percieve emotions, thoughts, movements of his opponent, or whoemever he faces in general. But with that comes his greatest fears, and that is to be decieved by the thoughts or mannerisms of those he comes in contact with, causing him to be a very quiet, withdrawn child.
Likes | Dislikes: Yoh enjoys quiet solitude most of the time, but he also enjoys the company of one or two people he can trust, as well as the company of his pokemon above all else. He hates being stuck in a crowd, and will often do anything he can to get out of a large mass of people, or simply shut himself down for a period until he's on his own or in selective company again.
Goals: The boy is unsure of exactly what he wishes to accomplish in his life, but it can be guessed by those closest to him that he wishes to find out just what, and who he is, having no memories of his parents at all other than the pokemon, Kro, that found him.
Skills: Thievery, despite his disability and the perception of the emotions of other people and pokemon.
Quirks | Habits: He can often be seen holding his pokeballs when he is unallowed to release his pokemon, and will often talk softly to them, taking comfort in this odd, but needed action.
Secrets: There is one, but it is a secret that not even the boy knows of.
Reputation: Yoh isn't well known other than the fact Mika's taken a personal interest in him and is therefore talked about by all groups of the Rocket company in both good and bad ways.
Personality: Yoh is a strangely quiet boy for his age, and is often only heard speaking to his pokemon and though he never understands their answers he seems to perceive what they are saying regardless. The boy is very withdrawn thanks to his years of isolation with his sole two companions who had practically raised him. He will answer questions when asked but the answers are short and very quiet.
The one exception is after the boy has grown to trust any person in particular he seems to become quite attached and clingy like one would expect any child who had suffered through abandonment to do.
But with the one exception for people he trusts, he keeps his isolation as much as he can.
Yoh is not one to be easily frightened or angered, the stoic expression usually resting on his features only changing in extreme situations. And when that happens the boy's demeanor changes altogether. Having the boy run away from fright or anger is now the one hope anyone could possibly have, for being probably the biggest success the lab has experienced of course there is one huge flaw. And that flaw is his anger, which proves to be deadly most of the time. Though it is not the boy who does the fighting as his body would prevent him from doing much damage physically, but his pokemon that go on the slaughter their minds completely trapped within the child's extreme emotions and until he becomes calm again it is best to keep him locked away and his pokemon separated from him.


-+- History:

Past:
At the age of four, Yoh blind from birth and utterly defenseless was left, abandoned in the woods due to a currently unknown reason. The child wandered around for several hours after that crying desperately for his parents and it was then he ran smack into the leg of a sleeping Aggron.
The monster of a pokemon grunted, rearing up with a horrible screeching of its metal plated body which sent Yoh into a fit of frightened tears. The pokemon stared at the boy for a long time before he pushed a berry from his nearby pile towards the boy who quieted and took the meager offering of food, eating it hungrily and sticking his hand out for another.
And that was all it took, and as the sun set that night the Aggron took his new 'child' back to his cave and has since then cared for the child.
After a couple of years a lone Onix joined their little family and a few years after that the Onix was not an Onix anymore but a Steelix and the bond between the two pokemon and Yoh forged quick and strong.

Also throughout his life and despite his blindness Yoh has developed the uncanny ability to steal efficiently and know exactly what it is that he's taking. How exactly he did that is unclear as is how he learned to sense the emotions of his pokemon and how he always knows exactly where they and other people are. The theory now is that Yoh can feel the movements of others and his hearing is so adept that he can pick up on the slightest movement.

About a year ago and at the age of nine Yoh found his head tilted up towards a man he couldn't see. A man who offered Yoh and his pokemon a safe and permanent home at the simple price of a few tests and 'improvements' to both the child and his pokemon.
Now Yoh stays in a man-made cave behind the laboratory constantly monitored from within the building and occasionally brought in for tests and new rounds of treatment. Yoh doesn't know exactly what he's there for, or what they do to him all he knows is that he has a safe home and most of the people could be trusted to an extent.

Family: Parents - Deceased/Missing

Other:
Yoh is already familiar with Mika. She met him on a routine trip to the lab and quickly became attached to her 'little brother'. She pulled a TON of strings to get him out of the lab and on her team.

RP example: Mika exempted me ):

 

[Mika]

Deafeh: Accepted love. <3 Have fun with your paper lols.


-OoC-

Kays, anything in [these] is an out of character blurb and I apologize if this post is jumpy, I'm watching two sick little ones and I can only proof so much with a sickly coughing seven month old on my shoulder.

SIGN UPS ARE NOW CLOSED.
POST AN APPLICATION AND BE BEATEN BY DEADLY STARVING MAGIKARP
THEY WILL SPLASH YOU TO DEATH WITH THIER FISHYNESS

The acception to this rule is Clow, as I've given him an extention and Melissa because RL issues pwn my roleplay. Any other apps will be BEATEN and the players behind them FLOGGED given roses and unicorns

-IC-

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of all Pokemon and nature. The tree existed in the center of a small continent in the center of the world, serving as a central point of unity between her bordering countries. A war, however, caused this tree to wither away and the land soon fell into chaos. Grieving over the loss, the goddess severed the island from the rest of the world. Stabilizing the tree, she flew up high above the earth and was heartbroken by the sight of man and pokemon no longer co-existing as equals. As she ascended into the heavens she left the Legendary Guardians with an edict : "If the time comes once more that the tree is threatened by evil men, you must wake me, lest the world be destroyed." The Legendary Guardian bore the Child of the Forest, who headed off on a journey to the tree of mankind's salvation, thus marking the beginning of the creation of a new, unified world.

The LCD screen on the black and green pokegear said 04:15. The Station was starting to rub her sleepy eyes and trudge onward into the day ahead as the sun peeked out from hills and mountains surrounding the slumbering Lavender Town to the east. It had been a long treck from Vermillion in the dark and the only thing Mika wanted to do was sleep and sleep and never wake up, at least not for another week or so. She'd gotten to the station about half an hour ago and she'd discovered that station bathrooms are really disgusting places but she'd gotten past that and managed to change into something a little less mauled by sewage yick from her little trek out of Vermillion via the Grimer infested sewers. Clad now in a pair of black floor-length cargo pants and a semi-form fiting red t-shirt, the girl looked quite a bit more presentable and she didn't smell like muck anymore [It's a bad joke I know… couldn't help myself.]

Saffron City; The City of Eternal Lights. This is where she was; waiting for the train arriving in less than half an hour that, by its arrival in Goldenrod, would start something that she never dreamed could be started again. Her unit was being revived for the purpose of fulfilling a prophecy that, when she'd tried to fulfill it before had ended in the unit's complete and utter destruction. She wanted to do this alone, she'd said that so many times she'd lost count, but Giovanni wouldn't hear of it. No, she had to take a miniature army of people with her, to protect the precious heiress to Team Rocket from harm. She had somewhere between four and eight party members. She put in the list of people she wanted and the final team list had been chosen by Giovanni himself. She had been told, when she had been given her orders a few days ago, that she would meet her team on the train and that they had been given strict instructions on how to go about getting onto the car. Saffron was still very much a Rocket-Controlled area but Goldenrod was heavily G-Force after the Radio Tower incident. Things had to be done correctly to avoid detection. The last thing they needed was Lance catching onto even a hint of her scent and the scent of her unit. That… would be bad.

Sighing in relief when the train finally pulled up to the station, she slipped her arms into the navy zip-up sweatshirt and readjusted the tan satchel on her shoulder before shuffling towards the train amongst the small crowd of commuters going to Goldenrod for whatever reasons they might have. Scanning the phoney ID over the scanner, she found a seat in the second to last private car, just as she had been instructed to in her orders, and let down her dark green locks with a soft sigh, running her hands through them once or twice. Hopefully, nobody else would be arriving too soon… she really wanted to take a fast nap and hopefully their orders would be very complex and detailed so it was oh so confusing and took them forever to get here so she could get that long lovely nap. Unfortunately her unit's orders had been simple. Get on the train and go to the second to last car. Have no Rocket symbol visible on your person. Do not talk anymore than necessary until all members have arrived and Blackthorn initiates the meeting. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200p.

Yoh, her little munchkin and in some ways, her little pet, was going to be the only one hand delivered to her by a stewardess (He was much too small to be riding alone or so they thought anyways and thus he would be delivered to his new 'guardian') but the rest would have to find her themselves and she would hold onto the illusion that it would take them years to do so to avoid being inturupted from her nap more than was nessacary. Ho-Oh help her newbies if they decided to be loud talkative and nervous when they arrived, desperate to please and none too considerate about people and their need for rest. 'I'll make them run so many laps around Goldenrod that their soles will peel right off their bones...' she thought to herself as she tucked the edges of her sweatshirt more tightly against her neck, her eyebrows edging downward softly, 'They'll learn quickly that when I say I need to sleep, I need to sleep.'

She didn't feel well; she hadn't for almost a month. Kain said it was because she was slacking off on the medication, Raven thought it was her lack of real sleep and Giovanni thought it because of the edict. No matter who was right on the reason, they had all agreed she wasn't up to par and she'd have to fake being one hundred percent so she didn't lose respect. The first seal was just west of Azalea(sp) which meant they had to 'unify' and unify quickly. Mika knew for a fact Lance would have men stationed there and anything that hinted at a weakness to him would be snuffed out like an acolyte's candle. The Trials themselves in the shrine would be impossible as well, assuming they got past the idiots at the door, if the team wasn't unifed. 'The trials can kill if a team isn't unified... Jeez... I've got about two weeks to get this group family-ized. Ugh... Why did I have to be the Chosen One? It's just not fair...' Finger the forest green crystal around her neck, she pulled her feet up onto the bench and tried to get into a semi sleeping state but, like tour buses, trains can be difficult to sleep on.



somewhere offshore of slateport city



"Sir? We've gotten a report in from the D-Bird unit."

"...patch it through."

"Yes sir!"

"...Speak."

"Commandont Lance, sir, we've recieved word that at least two individuals have infiltraited the Emerald's squad. Both were two of your finest trainees and show promise in bringing this matter to a somewhat peaceful resolve."

"Make sure they are aware that they are not to contact the headquarters. I will contact them."

"They have already been informed of this sir."

"...Good. Is this all?"

"For the moment sir."

"Then you are dismissed."

"Yes sir, closing the connection sir."

Leaning back in his chair, the dragon lord turned from the endless display of computer screens with a light chuckle, his left hand extending in the dim light to a small goblet of pure expensive red wine. Taking it softly, his golden ring shimmering from the light of the technology, he lifted it to his lips and swished it softly, a smirk crossing his features. Extending a free finger towards the screen, a small map of the Johto region appeared with five flashing symbols, each indicated with a different elemental symbol, "The game board is set my dearest Tear. All the players have entered the field; the pawns are lining up in their traditional roles. You see my sweet, the match is about to begin and I assure you," He sipped softly from the glass, setting it down with a soft tink on the crystal end-table, "I assure you that you will not emerge victorious. Your canlde is slowly withering away and soon... soon it will be easy to snuff out once and for all."




-OoC-

So here's the gist of what you, the character person, needs to do.

Your character needs to get onto the train at this god awful time and make his or her way to Mika's cabin. First person there gets to wake her up. Fun job for you. If you're a spy, you should metion somewhere in your post that you're thinking about the orders. Bring Mika in ALIVE. Not dead, not maimed. Alive and pratically unharmed.

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Yoshi, I see you lurking around here so don't shoot me if you beat me to the 'wake up' post and we end up with a paradox, 'kay? I'll edit as necessary, just thought it would be hilarious to have the number one rocket hater on the squad being the waker. :3

IC:

Saffron city. For all the hype of being 'The City of Eternal Lights' it really didn't look all that different from all the other cities of the world, at least not when you arrived there at the break of dawn and your ride was engaged in a heated dialogue with itself. Dialogue? Was it even possible to have a dialogue when there was - theoretically - only one of you? Sera honestly didn't care, though, the bottom line was that she was being denied her beauty sleep and she didn't like it one bit.

"Oy!" the girl called lazily, slowly raising herself from the lying position she had been in. Not many people would think of lying while riding a Dodrio, but it was a habit, and even though the young woman was now quite considerably heavier than the featherweight girl who had first tried this feat so many years ago, the middle head had always been too polite and mellow to raise a fus over it, "Would ya' mind keepin' it down, Tri? I'm tryin' to sleep here!"

{But, ma'm!} the left head protested, for he always insisted on being formal.

{He started it!} the right one cried indignantly.

{How dare you?!} his stricter complement retorted, {It is your insubordination that has caused this conflict to arise!}

{Insubordination?} the right head retorted, {Just because you want to move through life with a maypole up your arse it doesn't mean the rest of us have to follow suit! Besides, I don't recall anyone putting you in charge!}

{So you presume that you're the leader then?!} the left head replied, throwing in a score of mocking laughter, {With you in charge we'd be off running villy-nilly and chasing every set of attractive tail feathers that comes waltzing by!}

{Well with you in charge we'd still be discussing the 'optimal way of walking'} he said the last bit in a mocking imitation of the left head's voice, {At least I get things done!}

{Oh, really?}

{Yeah, really!}

Sera shook her head at the argument, groaning quietly as they passed through the sleepy Saffron suburbs, "Tri..." she began as patiently as she could, "When I said 'Would ya' mind keeping it down' I meant shut it. We're supposed to be movin' discreetly, not wakin' up the whole damn town. So just take me to the train station and stow it."

{Bu-}

"Both of ya'!" the girl snapped, smacking the protesting head with her backhand, "Now Tri..." she turned to the middle head, "We there yet?"

{A-almost...nee-chan.} the timid one replied, nodding towards the approaching form of the train station, {I-I'm sorry I didn't-}

"Just forget it." Sera interrupted, "Ya' can't help the fact that ye're stuck with two stubborn gits." she cast a reprimanding glare at the two other heads at the statement, both of the harumphing and turning in opposite directions.

"Allright, I think ye've done enough." the girl concluded, paying no heed to the sulkers as she nimbly leapt down from the Dodrio's back and onto the ground, "Sorry, Tri." she added as the Central head made a hesitant move to follow her, "Gonna' have to recall ya'. I don't think Dodrios on trains are inconspicious." she flicked out a pokeball from within the confines of her trench coat, pointing it at the Dodrio and returning him before any of the heads could start another racket.

"Inconspicious..." Sera repeated, scoffing as she stalked into the eerily deserted train station, pulling out a ticket from her pocket as she walked up to the train, the scowl on her face clearly marking her feelings on the situation, "They've sure got some nerve..." catching the glimpse of her own reflection in the train's window, she couldn't help grinning wryly at the irony. Cyril had always been the one raised to become the next great executive of legend, yet her she was, Seraphina Geinsbrough, the one he had deemed a hopeless case, about to tread into his boots - black coat, fancy white shirt and all - assigned to the legendary biatch queen of the five. She could practically feel daddy dearest turning in his grave. 'Come to think of it', she thought for herself, 'Maybe this outfit isn't exactly inconspicious.' the girl cast an appraising glance at the clothes she wore, which - she noted - held a bit more black than what seemed to be standard, 'Well, that's the executive's problem. And problems are something she'd better get used to.' her light green eyes glinted with just a hint of malice, 'After all, just because I'm supposed to keep them alive it doesn't mean I have to agree with them.'

Drawing some comfort from this conclusion, she proceeded to step into the train, walking down towards the designated carriage only to find that the door...wouldn't budge? Annoyed - an in no mood to tolerate insubordinate machinery - the girl rattled the door for a while, but to no avail, before she finally realized the obvious, feeling a sting of embarassment as she ran her own fake ID, as identifying yourself as a notorious arsonist probably wasn't inconspicious either, through the scanner - twice, for she had accidentally placed the card in the wrong way.

"Brilliant..." she mumbled, glad that no-one seemed to be around to witness her technological ineptude as she pushed the door open and stepped inside, bracing herself to face the squad of lowflies she would be forced to put up with while trying to picture her oh-so-famous superior, "Just brilliant..."

Well, whatever picture the girl had conjured in her mind certainly didn't coincide with what she saw within the compartment. Instead of the squad of serious businesslike rocket operatives being lorded over by a vicious harridan of an executive she had expected all she saw was a rather worn-looking girl with green hair snoozing on one of the seats of what was otherwise a completely empty compartment. Yes, girl indeed...and a rather frail one at that, Sera noted as she stepped inside and inspected the sleeping individual. Had she come into the wrong carriage? Surely this...this pathetic little thing couldn't be the notorious Mika Mystearica Blackthorn? Well, Sera sure wasn't one to politely wait around for answers. If she had been incovenienced to catch this friggen' train at such an hour then the executive should bloody well take the trouble to get off her lilywhite arse and acknowledge her.

"Oy!" she called out, shaking the sleeping Mika quite roughly, "Wake up! I said wake up, dangit!". Despite her best efforts, the girl did little but stir a bit, however. Obviously, this reaction didn't quite please Sera, so she reached into her satchel, pulling out a bottle of drinking water and slowly, deliberately uncorcking it over the sleeping figure. Oh, if this was the executive there was probably going to be hell to pay, but it would sure be worth it, this every vindictive little cell in her body was telling her.

"Rise and shine, princess." Sera remarked sweetly, pouring the whole contents of the bottle over the girl's head in one go.

OOC: Mika, just to be absolutely clear. You really meant what you said about no character death, right? So technically, this wouldn't warrant Sera being thrown off a moving train, right? Just looking out for my char, you know. xD

 

[YoshiRiRu]

OOC: Argh, Alter! I stayed up until 1:30 for nothing! I suppose you win fair and square, though. You were teh fastest d00d!

IC:

Saffron City - 4:17 AM

Blue sat hunched over on a bench in the Saffron City Bullet Train Station, directly under the sign that designated the divide between platforms 6 and 7. He sat with a gray cloth jacket unevenly spread about his back, the large image of a pokeball barely visible in the dim light. He shivered and sat up straight, re-adjusting his jacket as he did so. Looking at his pokegear, he clenched his teeth to stop from yelling in exasperation. 4:18.

Perfect. Just perfect.

The boy glanced at the schedule, and sighed, plopping his chin into the palm of his hand, and resting his elbow on his knee.

He had been here for nearly a half an hour - the letter had said to expect the train any time from 4:00 AM to 4:30 AM, and Blue took the words at face value, showing up promptly at 3:50. He had considered after roughly 10 minutes that he would bring out one of his pokemon to give himself a bit of company, but over half of them were asleep, and those who weren't were incredibly cranky at either the cold, or the hour.

Blue's nose had begun to freeze over, or so it felt. Quickly stuffing his nose into his scarf, he whimpered in exasperation.

"When is this train going to fu-" he began, but an all too friendly sound graced his ears.

Ch-chk-ch-chk-ch-chk..

That sound... could it be? He leaped from his seat, nose still in scarf, and looked down the track. Certainly enough, several hundred yards away, a pair of dim lights were bobbing to and fro, and the famliar clickity-clack of the train made it's way towards Blue's freezing body. Suddenly, a glorious and somehow appetizing idea paraded itself throughout his head. Soon, he would be warm - warm at last.

Ch-chk-ch-chk-ch-chk...

The sound of the train getting nearer and nearer broadened the smile on Blue's face bit by bit, and by the time it pulled into the station with a barely audible squeak, he was grinning from ear to ear.

Warmth. Sleep. Perhaps a bit to eat? Perhaps a bit of hot cocoa? raved Blue's imagination, and he nearly had to hit himself to keep from drooling. Blue was neither a morning person, nor a cold person, and the temptation of fulfilling either one of those requests was very strong indeed.

Blue grabbed his single bag, and stepped onto the platform. He quickly drew ticket provided for him, and stepped onto the train. Immediately, a wave of relief toppled over Blue so suddenly that his knees weakened slightly. He hung a right, and made his way down to the... he racked his memory.

Was it the 2nd to last car? Or the 3rd to last? Maybe it was the last? Before he had a chance to decide, a loud noise disrupted his thoughts. Looking down the hallway, he spotted a girl jamming at a door that apparantly wouldn't open.

What is she trying to do? Is she drunk? mused Blue, but all of his confusions were resolved when he saw her pull out an ID from her pocket, and make her way effortlessly into the room. Blue nodded.

"Looks like my ticket." he noted, made his way to the door, flashed his ID, and stepped into the room, only to find the woman from before, pouring a bottle of water onto ANOTHER girl. Blue's first thought was

They're both cute.. followed by an immediate

Whoah!!

 

[Alter Ego]

OOC: Aww...1:30? That sucks, Yoshi. Would you believe that I wrote that at the pleasant 10 AM? Life is so unfair sometimes, isn't it? xD

IC:

While she waited for the dainty little girl - now probably quite thoroughly awake - to gather her wits and finally speak up, Sera suddenly felt a familiar tingling at the back of her neck. It was a sensation that was very familiar to the girl from her time on the road, and it could mean only one thing: someone was watching her. Quickly turning around, it didn't take long for her to recognize the culprit. It was a male - roughly her age, Sera assumed, although it was a bit hard to tell since he seemed to be slightly hunched over out of cold - he was decent enough as looks went, the girl supposed, and he had those radiant crystal blue eyes which most girls probably adored. Sera, however, did not number herself amongst 'most girls' and thus her attention was not focused on the fact that it was a pretty pair of eyes but rather what kind of look those eyes were giving her. There was astonishment, of course, and maybe just a hint of anxiety, but beneath it...Sera's own light green pair narrowed slightly, was this guy checking them out? She vaguely recalled hearing that many boys enjoyed watching girls have a tussle, and the fact that the green-haired one's shirt had now been successfully wet would probably count towards a turn-on. Well, Sera would be damned if she would let this cloth-bundled stranger - probably not even a member of the squad, had she forgotten to shut the door properly? - just stand there and oggle them with that slack expression on his face.

"What'cha starin' at?" she inquired rather sternly, corking the now empty bottle and stowing it back amongst her belongings but not relinquishing her glare for a moment, "Aint'cha ever seen a girl get a wake-up call? This is reserved compartment, by the way, so unless ye've got business maybe ya should step out. I've got some rather personal stuff to discuss with sleepy-head here..." she nodded towards Mika, "And yer starin' ain't really helpin' matters."

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Alter, you made my morning. x3 And unfortunately, Mika can't throw a person off the train. -sigh- Ish not fair. T-T


-IC-

Startled was an understatement, this girl had just picked a fight with the wrong person. The shaking had done its job well enough, Mika had responded with her typical hand wave that clearly dictated the 'leave me the hell alone' command but apparently it went in one eye and out the ear as she was soon soaked from head to toe in incredably cold water. This girl didn't get the reaction she wanted; Mika didn't jump up from the seat sputtering explicitives but she did sit up, her eyes opening slowly as she twitched oh-so-visibly. Tightening her fist as her eyes closed again, she quickly ran through a reel of sorts in her mind in an attempt to get a plan of action that involved this girl's misery and possibly fear but not to the extent that it would get her in trouble, 'No, that's too violent...that's too maiming... that's just plain cruel... that'll get me arrested... that'll get me smacked... ooo! That should work.'

In a lightning-fast movement, Mika was up and the girl was pressed up against the wall of the car by the throat. Mika's grip wasn't unbreakable nor was it anything beyond uncomfortable (Going through with the choking would be maiming and that wasn't an intelligent idea) but it got her point across loud and clear. Her eyes darkening to a more yellowy amber, she stared at the girl for the longest time before she spoke, "If you ever do that again... So. Help. Me. God, you'll regret it." Releasing the girl, Mika wriggled the hair-tie off her wrist and in one fluid motion, pulled her hair up into a tight high-ponytail. Slipping off her sweatshirt (Freezing was better than being wet and freezing) she hung it up on the side of the chair and visibly more calm, turned back towards the girl and now this boy in the doorway looking like a Stantler caught in the headlights of a car and sat down on a less wet chair, "Okay. Now that we've established we do not douse the executive with ice cold water, we can move on." Her gaze drifted up to the girl she'd just slightly maimed, "Girl. If they can get into this room, they're a part of our unit so stop harassing your teammates. Now, both of you. Names. You obviously know mine but I don't think I've had the pleasure of learning yours so out with them."

Settling back against the chair, she shook the wet from her pants, "Eiiyuck... I have to change again..."

 

[Loki]

OOC: Hooray, for having no idea what I'm doing!! *Yay!*

One could say Narumi was a wonderful morning person, all smiles, optimistic and cheerful in the mornings, even though he was constantly nodding off at all other times. However, at this godforsaken hour, this, was far from morning. With his dark hair rumpled even more then it usually was, he pressed his bangs down with his hand, to no avail. Splice's constant lecturing about how he was sitting was certainly not making the situation better, and the fact that all of his pokemon were wide awake and arguing between pokeballs was not helping either. As they shouted their names at each other in indignity, Narumi waited patiently for the stupid train to ship him to Saffron.

<'City of lights my BUTT! Everything's all dark!!> Forsyth shouted, stamping his feet inside his pokeball.
Diluvate quickly retorted with a sharp snap, <'Well excuse me if it's 4:17 AM!!! We're not even IN GOLDENROD YOU QUEER.'>

Narumi sighed, picking up three pokeballs: One with a black dot drawn on it, another with a blue, and the last with green. Splice, Forsyth, and Diluvate were all promptly shoved into the deepest depths of the messenger bag slung around Narumi's shoulder.

<'Look what you did!!'> Splice snapped in a refined tone, <'Should your ridiculous frivolity have sent me to the depths of this resentful carrying mechanism, then I shall immediately electrocute you until you are as crisp and black as a burnt leaf!!'>

<'Are you implying something Gramps??!'> Forsyth yelled, ever louder.

Narumi sighed, getting more annoyed by the second as he stepped onto the train, "Shut up." He said quietly, but the annoyance in his voice shot through all three pokemon like cold, iced needles.

"There shouldn't be any problem with this. I can easily get her unharmed- I don't know what it is with Lance and unharmed people. It should be a matter of gaining her trust. That's my specialty, considering I'm not exactly... intimidating. Well, I'm sure with how unorganized these loser pokemon I've got, it'll definetely lower her guard. At the very least, she won't be impressed or even suspect that I'm all that great at battling... or, more specifically, spying, kidnapping, and all that good stuff that people don't need to know. And with these pokemon I guess in a way it's kind of true that I'm no good at-"

As if on cue, Forsyth let out a strangled cry that oddly sounded like, 'GOODMOTHEROF-' as Narumi's bag began to spark, causing practically everyone in the car to look at him.

<'I shall have your head by the end of this cursed hour!!'> Splice shrieked in a scratchy metallic way, and Narumi sighed, trying to hide his face behind the pole he was grasping. What an embarassing lot, <'You cannot speak to your superior's in that fashion! Traitor! Blasphemy! Black Sheep!!'>

Sure, Narumi couldn't really make out what they were saying as clearly as other trainer's who were, 'in-tune' with their pokemon, and he only picked up the words like, "Head!" and "Superior!" but he could hear enough to piece the situation together, even if the big picture looked a little... empty.

To thank the good lord, it seemed as if Forsyth and Splice had come to an agreement for a quiet argument, and for the peaceful remainder of the trip, Narumi successfully stayed under radar.

Finally.

He shuffled off of the train and tried to remember where he was going. The minute he'd finished reading his order's, (coupled with the TR orders,) Diluvate, as usual, clamped his shell around it and munched it down until there was quite literally, not much left.

"Hmm..." Narumi mumbled, rubbing the back of his head and making his dark hair messier then even before, "I think I'm in the wrong place."

He looked around himself. Goldenrod. Indeed this was the place. Well, he wasn't exactly 100% sure of that, but that was a detail that could be easily overlooked.

"Ummm..."

<'2nd to last car, Naru-Naru.'> Diluvate said from the bottom of the gray bag.

"Thanks." Narumi said, understanding the little phrase with difficulty, but getting the main point. He sifted around in his front pockets, back pockets, jacket pockets, and even around in his bag of stuff before finding the stupid phony, "Huh. This is fancy."

Without paying any kind of attention to whether the door was already open or not, Narumi slid the ID through the door. About, four times, because he kept on missing the little crevice to slid the card through. Pulling the door open Narumi peered into the room- a total of three people.

"Uh. I think I've got the wrong-" Narumi's eyes focused on Mika- even though with his half-closed eyes, one could easily mistake his eyes to be examining the bottle, "Oh. Okay, nevermind."

Slipping in and closing the door behind him he stood there, awkwardly not knowing what to do other then, "Umm... Hi." The words came out in a near inaudible whisper as Narumi shrunk himself against the wall, as if expecting himself to melt and disappear.

 

[Alter Ego]

As Mika suddenly shoved her against the wall, a number of thoughts went through Sera's head, most of them dealing with the right leg which she had instinctively pulled back as far as circumstances would allow it, ready to deliver a goold old fashioned knee in the stomach should the executive in front of her not gather her wits soon enough. The girl restrained that impulse, though, realizing that violence - unfortunately - wasn't the answer this time, and Mika released her grip before the red-head came to reconsider that action, "Promises, promises..." she sneered in reply to the little threat, giving no indication of being bothered, "Careful, princess, I might call ya out on that one."

"Sheez, guess we know where biatch queen came from..." she mumbled under her breath, massaging her assaulted neck as Mika pulled back and spoke up. Her little warning hadn't scared Sera one bit, nor had the little show she had made about throttling her. Still, that girl had been pretty quick - if typically cowardly to attack from behind - and Sera supposed that she had some spunk at least. Of course, this still didn't mean that she was going to like her, but at least it was slightly more bearable to work with people in posession of a spine, "Oh, and sorry about that little bit." she added in Blue's general direction, "I just don't like people starin' at me, that's all."

"Names?" Sera echoed the executive's request, scoffing slightly. She was still sore about being slammed into a wall - hard slam or no - and her mouth was running independently of common sense, seeking to provoke something worthy of a more extreme counter-reaction. Besides, she found the question to be stupid, "What kinda' idiot do ya' take me for? We both know bloody well that rocket keeps tabs on everyone that messes with them, and seein' as how I've been leadin' yer lousy crew on a merry little chase around Kanto for the last few years - not to mention that my friggen' dad worked for ye - I'd wager that ye've got a whole bleedin' file on me, same probably goes for everyone else in this room since yer precious leader wouldn't settle for any two-bit grunt. So to my mind there's three possible scenarios here..." she lifted up three fingers on her right hand, counting off the possibilities as she named them, "One: yer bloody clueless. Two: yer one heck of a lazy student, or three: yer tryin' to play some kinda' game with us." she glared quite openly at the executive, not giving any indication of considering her a superior, "But fine, since yer probably sore about the little mornin' bath I gave ya and there's other folks in the room, I'll humor ya' this once: name's Seraphina Geinsbrough, Sera to anyone who likes their dents the way they are. Keep it in mind 'cause I sure ain't into repeating it. Nice to meet most of ya', I suppose." she said the last part with very little conviction. Her meeting with Mika certainly hadn't been nice, the as of yet unnamed guy with the oggly eyes had yet to be nice, and the insecure girly-boy creeping in through the door didn't look much more promising. The mission wasn't nice either, working for Team Rocket wasn't nice, and holding the first meeting on the bloody morning train sure as hell wasn't nice. In fact, nothing had been particularly nice about the morning thus far. Well, except for those few glorious moments when she poured out the contents of her water bottle on Mika...yes, that had been quite enjoyable.

"So..." she added after a while, "How many folks are we waitin' fer, anyway?"

 

[parallelzero]

OOC: Its not as long as the other posts, but I've got a lot of homework to do, so I needed to cut it a bit short.

"What the hell were they thinking? It would be better if I got more than one days notice about these stupid things! AND THE TIME! THEY WILL REGRET GETTING ME UP AT 2AM WITHOUT WARNING!" An irritated Askan - no, irritated is too weak a word - finally found himself in the Saffron train station, desperately trying to locate his ride to Goldenrod. Of course, if it wasn't between the hours of 10am and 11pm, he was entirely disoriented, and thus was having difficulty locating the train. "I guess that must be the train, seeing as how its the only one in the station. Dammit, I better get to fight some strong trainers like they promised. We haven't gotten much of a workout lately with all of those pathetic training sims- Mawile! Get the hell back here!"

Being the highly intelligent person he was, Askan had decided to let his youngest team member, Mawile, roam free out of its Pokeball for a while. Of course, the cute little devil decided to run towards what appeared to be an unmanned hot dog stand, most likely because it was, in Askan's terms, "4 FREAKING AM." The boy recalled his Pokemon, and quickly made his way to the car that he had been told to go to; the second last private car. Upon getting to the door, he found it required his I.D to be scanned, and removed the card from the left pouch of his belt with care. It was somewhat breezy out, as he could tell by his already messy hair blowing in the wind, and he almost lost his card to the breeze. He brought the barcode on the bottom of the card up to the scanner, but got no response in return.

He tried multiple times, none of which produced any results worth noting. After five attempts, his right eye began to twitch in annoyance as his face began to grow redder. "WHY WON'T YOU OPEN!?" Askan then shouted as he delivered multiple kicks to the door, making several dents in it. Seeing no other option, he reached for the first Pokeball on his belt, and dropped it in front of him. In a flash of light, a Gardevoir appeared. "Okay, can you use Psychic to open that damn door?" Askan ordered, receiving a nod from his most trusted companion as she turned to face the doors lock, and held her right arm up to it. Her eyes began to glow white as the sounds of a lock unlocking were heard, and the door opened, revealing the chaotic incidents inside.

So far there appeared to be four of them, none of which looked that strong to him. Although, there was his beloved Mika, who seemed a little upset. Knowing better, Askan decided to not act up in front of her. "So, when do I get to kick some butt!?" Of course, that wasn't stopping him from making that form of declaration. He walked in, Gardevoir trailing closely behind, and he took a spot in a seat, putting his legs up on the seat in front while leaning back and putting his arms behind his head. He laughed arrogantly a bit, saying "So they sent some chumps like you to work with Mika as well? I just hope you don't get left behind. I am one of the best new trainers out there, you know. It's okay though, not everyone can be as good as me."

 

[Mika]

Her head was pounding, her blood-pressure peaking. The girl almost stopped breathing for a moment when Sera went on with her holier-than-thou speech; she needed to be brought down a couple of pegs and it needed to be done before she did much more damage. The insults on herself, Mika could tolerate. She was ragged on constantly and after a while, it didn't damage her at all. It was when she started attacking members of her team that Mika got angry and got more angry than she had previously. The smaller boy who was trying to wiggle in unnoticed had just been given one hell of a dirty look and Mika could tell that this wretched ignorant girl was not going to stop until she'd established herself at the top of the pile.

Standing up quietly, she tapped the girl on the shoulder and after she turned towards Mika's direction, she was given a fierce slap across the face. It wasn't enough to leave a definate mark or deep enough nail-wise to draw blood but it got her point across. Mika's eyes were much darker than they had previously been; she was starting to lose patience and hopefully, it shut the girl up, "I've had enough out of you Sera" the name came out with a slight hiss, "Yes, I know who all of you are; I hand picked your files out of a massive pile but I seriously doubt the others know who you are and I was simply trying to have you introduce yourself. Now, if you wouldn't mind sitting down in the nearest seat and keeping that mouth of yours shut, we might be able to get something done around he-"

"So, when do I get to kick some butt!?"

Mika's head tilted to the side at this latest oh-so-loud and oh-so-annoying edtion to the car with a soft crack and she simply reached over to him and pressed a tiny pale (for her height and what-not anyways) finger to his lips, "If you yell one more time, you'll end up the same as her." her voice was deadly calm, her eyes still blank. "Now, if you would kindly take a seat so as to vacate the doorway, I would greatly appreciate it." Not waiting for an answer, she gently but firmly nudged him to the side. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled as she looked over towards the timid boy trying to get into the car and smiled softly at him, "I apologize for that; I hope it didn't frighten you. Narumi, yes? You have such pretty features, it's hard to forget your face." Gently offering a hand, her smile warmed up a littl ebit, "Need some help? I hate the rocking myself; I almost always get knocked over at least partially."

 

[Loki]

Narumi jumped, taking Mika's outstretched hand. Normally, he would've been able to jump in surprise by will, but, how kind she was treating him compared to er... the others, was something all in itself. Racking his mind for something to say, he stammered awkwardly, "U-Uh, yes, I'm Narumi, and um, th-thank you, for the c-compliment and the er... help..."

He wasn't exactly it was help, considering he hadn't really noticed any rocking, but he decided to play along anyway. Perhaps this time, he'd play the clumsy stammering fool. That one required a little less attention and awake-ness. He was thouraghly annoyed by how loud that boy whom Mika had just gone and told off was- In fact, Narumi could already feel the headache ebbing in the back of his mind, just waiting to spring once that other girl opened her mouth with that strange accent she had. What an odd assortment of people. And apparently, there were more to come, by what Ms. 'Yer' had just asked.

"S-So..." Narumi stammered, fiddling with his earring, unable to think of anything worth saying, "Ms. Mika, why did we have to come to the station so... early?"

<'FOR GOD'S SAKE GRAMPS, DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!'>

<You have some DIRT on your FACE over there lad, let me get it OFF for you, it's only for your own good!'> Came Splice's refined tone, drenched with sarcasm.

Diluvate's high cackle was heard, <'How's this Splice?!'>

<'ARRRGH!'> Forsyth's yell was heard- it was obvious the three pokemon were having a war within the confines of the bag and their pokeballs, however they were managing to do that. And it was quite obvious- to any person who could clearly understand pokemon, and was not an extremely annoyed Narumi at the moment- that Forsyth was not on the winning team.

<'Good jumping Christmas biscuits!'> Splice's metallic voice was heard, <'Good aim Diluvate m'boy, GOOD, aim.'>

Keeping his face pleasant, and adding a hint of embarassment, Narumi sweatdropped, trying not to throw the bag through the door. Even though the bag and pokeballs and clothes and what-not that was stuffed into the bag, it seemed as if the pokemon were shouting out their names at each other quite clearly- They could've been standing right in the room and one would've heard their argument just as clearly.

 

[Kogenta]

[OOC: To avoid falling behind too far, I will make my entry post before finishing my profile, if that is acceptable . . .]

What's with all the noise? Asylum placed a hand against the side of his head as he stirred slowly, peeling his eyelids open despite the ten-pound weights dragging them shut. Blackness. Right . . . Asylum removed his dark-lensed goggles and allowed them to fall to their customary place about his neck. Only a few of the station lights were on by this time, but they were enough to see the train now before him. As he dragged his legs over side of the station bench he had slept on, the purple-haired trainer rubbed the back of his sore neck, mumbling, "Even outside the train, I can hear them." Clearly still tired, he lowered his voice a notch, adding with equal grogginess, "Stupid experiments."

At this point Asylum double-checked the contents of the bag he had used as a substitute pillow, not bothering to look up as he asked, "Somnio, how long have I been asleep?"

"Only a few hours," the Lunatone replied telepathically, floating dutifully by its trainers side. All the same, you were expected to report several minutes ago. You should probably board the train.

"That so?," came Asylum's response, indifferent and unconcerned. Pulling back his jacket's sleeve, the Rocket agent checked the digital display on his sports watch before standing and stretching. Then, after casually slinging his bag over one shoulder, he strode forward and climbed onto the train, muttering sarcastically, "Isn't this just great . . ."

Yawning openly as he walked down the hall, Asylum adjusted the bag strap, commenting mentally, "Y'know, even if I was blind, I could probably find the cabin with all the racket they're making."

"Sy . . . " The Lunatone continued to float near Asylum's head as its crimson eye shifted toward him.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But you're the only one who can hear me anyway." As he arrived at the cabin door, Asylum dug noncommitally through the pocket of his jeans before removing his ID and granting a glimpse of it to the scanner. Once the door was open, he took in the scene with a single glance. He closed the door. "I'm not going in there."

[OOC: I apologize for the post being as short as it is. ^-^;;]