Fragments of Alarayne | The Memory of the Goddess

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-skates in just under the deadline-

<<; Kay, my teachers of last year just need to be run over with a heard of steaming miltank with their retarded excuse for a finals exam which is better called: BEAT YOU IN THE FACE WITH A GIANT PROJECT x 4 (Yeah I got a project in my MATH class. Who, I ask you, GETS PROJECTS IN THEIR MATH CLASS, hmmmmmm?) but yeah, I've really got no excuse for this not being up yet. D: So... forgive Mika? I've got a nice shiney post for you, sheeeee? -wavels it infront of you- SHEEE!?

-cough- >>; As, I have a life now, I'll be posting here.

<< so you all better revive yourselfs or I swear to god... I'll eat you. ALIVE.




-IC-

Unfortunately, Baan wasn't going to get pummled in the face by Sera at this precise moment because he decided, after reconizing what and who this little obnoxious not-Mika person was, that he was going to have himself some fun. If she really was HIS sister... well, then this was going to be worth all the pain and suffering that might come out of it. There was a reason he was the top interorgator in the Global Police, he found a way, with every single person in his existance, to get deep under the skin to the point of exploding frustration in absolutely everyone. 'Stop screwing around Baan, get your objective completed before Steven comes up, wondering what the hell is taking so long for you to deal with a couple of girls.' His inner voice soon took over the cocky exterior and in a blink of the eye, his manerisms and tone changed. Straightening himself up, he cocked his head lightly to the side, a finger raised towards Sera, "I've seen you before... in a picture. You were much smaller, prettier and not as annoying..." He stepped towards her, his finger gently tracing along the pale skin of her cheek before it returned to his side and he stepped back to his original place, "Ah... you're his sister, aren't you? The Prodigal. The Unloved Child." A sly smirk slowly stretched across his face, "You've sunk this low for acceptance somewhere? Come now, everything else has failed you? The Leagues, the Contests... you couldn't find anything you could fit into so you went and joined an organization that directly oposes your beloved elder brother, prehaps to get back at him for all those times Mummy and Papa didn't love on you? How pathetic." He knew he probably had the story wrong, he was just trying to push some buttons. This girl was more tempermental than Mika (The bruise on her hand from a wall punching episode was a clear indication of this)

He sighed, cracking his neck to the side in a slow, deliberate mannor, "Fine then. I guess I'll have to punish you for your insolence and your stupidity." Taking a pokeball from his waist, he expanded it and presented it forward, "Unless you're a coward, like your mistress there."

Mika just snorted. She was watching Sera carefully and to be honest, she had no idea how this would end. Mika fighting ended up with people hurting and Mika hurting and that was bad. She didn't think she was a coward, she was more of the selective type. She observed the situation carefully before making a rash decision for the most part... but from what she'd seen, Sera hadn't learned that lesson yet. Biting down on her lip, she turned to her subordinate. This wasn't Mika's call. If Sera was going to fight, Mika was going to let her. Not only would she get a good grasp of the girl's abilities but it would keep the dark haired executive out of this whole ordeal. She simply nodded her head slowly at the other, her arms crossing across her chest tightly, her right hand snagging the silver key from around her neck as a sort of readying an attack sort of preparation kind of thing and not because she was worried about Baan; she knew damn well that there was a certian silver haired creature watching from afar, just out of the other two's sight and she didn't like it, she didn't like it one bit.

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"Narumi, Psy, okay. Your ids check out so I'll be leaving you." Yup, nothing to see here. Lucas knew there wouldn't be anything to do or say, there never was. Kiyon and Baan got all the good explosions. All he got to do was let Narumi know, let him know that Steven knew where he was and that he was 'in position'. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Rolling his eyes, he headed off towards the dining car. All this stupidity was making him hungry.

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Kiyon wasn't too please Blue was in this group, no, that traitorous hamster was nothing to be trusted. Not to mention he'd just squished his hot coffee all over his hand in his short reminicing rage moment and now that his hand hurt from the burn, his already shorted temper fully set off. Taking the dripping yeucky smelling remains of the once full coffee cup, he chucked it full force at Blue's little friend's head, his eye twitching in the process, "Hey. You two lovebirds mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to drink our coffee and read our newspaper in piece." The look he gave Blue was very clear. He. Was. Not. To. Be. Screwed. With.

Little did he know that Askan had a temper and he had probably just set it off big time. Whoopsie doodle.
 
OOC: Of course I forgive ya. Not that I really hated you in the first place or anything, but feel forgiven all the same. :3

IC:

"You..."

Sera had not been prepared for that, not at all. That insufferable G-men sleaze...how did he dare? How did he dare to stand there and talk like he knew all there was to know about her? And how dare he try to touch her? And above all...how dare that wretch drag him into this? The redhead trembled ever so slightly at Baan's touch, but contrary to what it might have seemed like, this wasn't out of fear. Oh no...

"Ya' smug, sleazy, disgustin' little lech!" Sera growled, her voice effectly leaving overriding the rushing wind as she made her counter-attack, snatching the g-man's retreating arm with her hands while detaching her right foot, heavy magnetic equipment in tow, for a good old-fashioned kick to his stomach. Unfortunately, the girl had failed to account for the impact the magnets had on her leg's mobility, and - for that matter - the evasiveness of her opponent, and so the blow fell just a bit short of its intended target, the magnetic addition to her footwear putting it firmly back into contact with the roof, accompanied by a dull clunk. Sera's pulse still raced as she returned to her original position, her face slightly redder than before and her eyes glaring daggers at the smug little G-man in front of her. In her mind, the same question kept resounding 'How dare he?', 'How dare he?'.

"Who the hell d'ya think ya' are?" she hissed murderously, complete and utter contempt visible in her expression as Baan continued babbling, issuing his little challenge in that oh-so-flamboyant manner that was just begging for a brick to be thrown in his direction, "What'cha think ya' know about me, huh?! What'cha think ya' know about Cyril?! And where the hell did ya' get off layin' yer greasy, lecherous little hand on me?! Ya don't know a damn thing..." she added, her voice and expression slowly falling into the kind of perfect calm that only complete and utter hatred could create, "...so I'll warn ya just this once: if I ever see those filthy hands of yers anywhere near me again I swear ye'll be walkin' out one arm short." she spat in Baan's direction, hoping that the wind blowing at her back would carry the projectile to its prefered target, although it was probably wishfull thinking.

"Get hell outta' my way, princess." she added in Mika's direction, noticing what was presumably the girl's battle stance. She seemed to be clinging to an accessory of hers, but this was neither the time nor place to analyze that, "I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally fry ya to a crisp if ya don't."

The moment she had noticed a battle on the horizon, Sera had realized that there was only one pokémon she could count on for this. The gale was fierce enough to throw smaller pokémon straight off the roof at the slightest slip, effectively shutting Minerva and Rondo out of the game, and there wasn't nearly enough running space for Triune to fight at full potential. Yes, Sera decided, her hand tightening around the oldest and most battered of the pokéballs on her belt, there was only one pokémon for this job...

"Ya' know what yer problem is?" she added, twirling an enlarged pokéball in her right hand, which had been empty a moment ago, "Ya' talk way too much!"

With that, the girl threw the sphere right towards Baan's smug, smirking, oversized mouth with all her might.
 
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MAKING SURE. >.>;;;

-kicks Asch and Bijou- Wakey Wakey~


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"Sera, be careful. Baan may be a person worthy of intense beatings and thwackings but he is not, under any circumstance, to be underestimated." She closed her eyes, snapping the key off her neck and left it nestled in her right palm, the silver string flowing wildly in the wind, "Don't let your anger cloud your judgement or he'll cease the moment and crush you." If that advice wasn't something she'd experienced first hand, nothing was. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead and looking in the general direction to the east of Baan. He was there, she knew he was there. She just didn't know what he was planning and it was starting to stress her out. "Please... don't do anything stupid Sera..." I don't want to lose a teammate this early...

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Well, in all her ramblings, Sera had managed one objective already. She'd nailed Baan right in the crotch. Had it not been for the protective guard he'd always hated wearing (That he was now thanking profusely) he probably would've fallen off the stupid train. 'Girls ain't affected by those sorts of fighting manuevers like this... There's just something wrong about that...' He winced as little as he could but such things, regardless of protection, have the nasty tendancy to hurt somehow. It took him a couple seconds to regain his composure and when he did so, it was obvious he was slightly annoyed. Then again, he took so long to regain his brain after that obnoxious little cheap-shot that he hadn't heard anything clear out of Sera until he stood up and saw a pokeball flying at his face. Growling lightly, he swung his arm up, deflecting the ball to the ground.

Rolling his eyes somewhat dramatically, he flung his own pokeball onto the train, "Luxray. We've got two unruly children that are in need of some disciplinary action." In a foil of light blue light, the sleepy kitty emerged from the depths of the pokeball, attaching to the roof using a soft magnetic charge. Hissing lightly, the pokemon's ears snapped to his skull, his fur standing on edge as he awaited whatever was in that stupid pokeball across the way to come out. Baan simply crossed his arms across his chest. With his secret weapon in the wings, there was no way he could lose this fight. Mika sensed his presence, he was sure, but she couldn't do anything if she couldn't see him, not without blowing the majority of her cover. He could tell, from her stance, she didn't like this situation at all.
 
Sera couldn't help smirking. For one, her kick - while not having quite the destructive power she had hoped to instill in it - had still hit a respectable mark, but more importantly...the girl grinned, subtly returning the pokéball she had concealed in her right palm back to its place. She didn't precisely know what that weird little thing Baan had brought out was, but it certainly didn't look particularly hardy. Still...why take unnecessary risks?

"Is that so?" she replied to the g-man's little remark, giving him an impish grin. The more attention she attracted to herself the better, "Well, ye're obviously in need of a strategy lesson." her grin widened slightly as the pokéball she had thrown cracked open, only to reveal...nothing at all.

"Flammie! Focus Punch 'em, now!"

With a roar that bore the closest resemblance to a train's whistle, a sizeable Charizard suddenly lunged from the right side of the train, the very place where Sera had released him a moment before. Focus Punch was one of the strongest moves in existence, but it was also one of the trickiest to pull off as it required a good amount of uninterrupted preparation. That, in turn, required the victim to be incapacitated...or - as it were - persuaded to focus on something completely different. Sera's smirk widened a bit more as Flammie lunged onto the rooftop, his tightly curled front-paw quivering with power as it flew straight towards the Luxray. Even a partial hit from that attack would be devastating, and besides...Flammie was wide enough to block passage on top of the roof not to mention that the wind blowing from their backs would add a significant boost to the range of any given fire attack while making any larger jumping stunts or head-on attacks very risky business indeed. Oh yes...things were looking quite good, but then again; Sera was the only one of them not in on Baan's little secret.

"The first attack is only meant to draw the opponent's attention from the second." Sera explained in a matter-of-fact and purposefully patronizing tone, "That's basic, really. Considerin' all yer big talk I would'a thought that ye'd know at least that, Mr.G-man. But then again...it's not like ya idiots ever managed to catch me either."

The girl really didn't see what Mika was so worried about. If this was all that pathetic dropout had in the way of strategy then this wasn't even going to be tough. Sera might not have been a trainer for long, but she had never missed an opportunity to watch Cyril when he was going through his paces. Heck, the boy had even let her try it out a few times. Despite feeling in control, Sera continued to observe Baan. If he really knew as much about her brother as he wanted her to believe then cerainly he would react somehow to seeing a Charizard lead, Cyril's signature? In fact, Sera was actually hoping that this was the case...having him over-predict would make things go even smoother. Sera might have learned from her brother, but that didn't mean that she would slavishly copy him.
 
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OOC: Right, right. A week until exams and this RP is OBVIOUSLY more important. NOT. >o Posting anyways. XD

IC: "..." Askan said nothing as the coffee cup flew at his head. It was near impact, when his left hand suddenly flew up from his side and caught the cup, crushing it in a single move. His eyes turned to look over at Kiyon, and irritation was obviously present in the gaze he was now providing. Sorry Gardevoir, I know I'm already weak, but this guy needs to be shut up before he hurts himself... I'd rather do it for him.

Fine, you know your limit, just don't get too worked up or else you'll have another attack. Gardevoir responded in kind as she got up out of the seat, leaving room for Askan to shuffle out and stand up shakily on his own.

"Now, I don't know entirely who you are, pretty boy..." Askan began as he began rolling his right arm, and then the left, "But you're really starting to piss me off! If yer trying to start something, I wouldn't recommend doing it with me!" Askan was aware of the numerous people in the car, but there was just something about the smug little look on Kiyone's face that just sent made him want to take Kiyone out. However, the fact that he was still barely able to stand probably didn't help with the whole intimidation angle...
 
OOC: OW-WHAT-WAS-THAT-FOR-I'M-WAITING-FOR-KOGENTA!!!

IC: Narumi went to sleep.

OOC: There. >O

*Shot*

No seriously, I don't know what to say, because I'm just that unimaginative. Am I supposed to follow you? No, you told me to stay put with Kogenta. Am I supposed to talk to Kogenta? Noo, bonding with TR members is bad! Am I supposed to make another scene with the pokemon? Nooo, I'm not supposed to be able to talk to my pokemon!
 
OOC: I play the finals excuse too. Big week ahead.

IC:

Blue winced as the coffee cup hurtled in their direction. As subtle (or not) of a move as this was, Blue was certain that it was intended as a declaration of battle from Kiyon, which was the last thing that they wanted (or needed) at this point. Even if it wasn't, (maybe he had just thrown it... uh... at the trash can, and missed.) Askan would no doubt take it as if his mother's face had just been spat on. Kiyon, in his typical fashion, followed this assault with an insult.

"Hey. You two lovebirds mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to drink our coffee and read our newspaper in peace." Kiyon sneered, and gave Blue the dirtiest, grimiest look he'd ever received. Blue resisted his urge to look away, but instead focused his blue bombardier's eyes directly upon Kiyon's own, only looking sideways at Askan to check on him.

As the cup neared their position, Askan's head remained down. As soon as Blue was nearly positive that the boy's head would be struck with the styrofoam cup, Askan's hand flew up fast as lightning and crushed the cup. Blue raised an eyebrow, and gave Askan a look that said Impressive. Now, don't you dare try anything against this guy.

Unfortunately, as he had predicted, Askan either did not see, or did not care to see Blue's warning. Blue rolled his eyes as Askan stood up, obviously in poor physical condition. He was shaking, badly. It's a bluff. mused Blue. If Kiyon calls on it, we're fu-

Askan's voice rang out, breaking Blue's thoughts apart. "Now, I don't know entirely who you are, pretty boy..." he said, and his voice definitely did not belie his physical state. "...but you're starting to piss me off! If yer trying to start something, I wouldn't recommend doing it with me!" Blue watched Kiyon's face desperately, hoping for a sign of recoil, of weakness. He stood up himself.

"Just get out, Kiyon. You don't have any business with us, so if I were you, I'd take your.." Blue made a disgusted face as he searched for the right word. "..coffee and just get the hell out of here." he finished and crossed his arms, hoping that the little speech would at least get Kiyon to retreat long enough for Askan to make some kind of recovery.
 
[OOC: Er, my apologies for not posting sooner . . . ::bows slightly:: I am sorry.]

Waiting until Lucas had left, Asylum stretched slightly before turning to look at Narumi, who appeared to be asleep. At least I'm not the only one who found that experience uninteresting. He leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling impassively as Somnio remained motionless and silent at his shoulder. A single-coloured layer of some type of cloth composed Asylum's view, beyond that layer the steel roof of the train--or perhaps some type of electrical or mechanical works between the ceiling and roof. Asylum was not particularly sure, but neither did he care to be. After a moment of silence, the Rocket member telepathically commented, "You know, Somnio, that visit went well."

Too well?

Yeah.

What makes you think that? The Lunatone rotated toward Asylum as it made its inquiry.

What makes you know I am thinking that?

Heh.

Following another few seconds of silence, Asylum tilted his head down to its normal angle. I'm switching you out with Oneiro.

"A little early," Somnio observed.

Oneiro can search for emotional "hot spots" around the train--maybe give me a picture of what's happening right now.

You're curious?

Bored.

'Til tonight then, Sy.

The trainer curled his fingers under the bottom edge of his jacket, running them over the metal surfaces of the Pokeballs attached to his belt before pausing at a Level Ball. Flicking the sphere away from his belt, Asylum caught it and, in the same movement, expanded and tossed it upward. A scarlet flash emerged from the Level Ball, shaping itself and dimming into a Solrock as the Pokeball landed in Asylum's palm.

Oneiro glanced quietly about for a moment, allowing its surroundings to fully register in its mind. A little early.

"That's what Somnio said," Asylum and Somnio responded simultaneously, the single difference naturally being that the Lunatone substituted an "I" for its name.

"Any reason for my presence?" Oneiro asked.

"I'll tell you in a moment," Asylum answered as he returned Somnio to its Pokeball.

One explanation later, Oneiro nodded slightly as it contemplated its trainer's idea. It's possible to do that. Are there any specific emotions you want me to look for?

Anger. Fear. Apprehension. Anything of that nature. Particularly in the diner car and on the roof.

You do realize that if I find people with those emotions, they may not necessarily be those you are looking for. Or the situation may not be what you think it is. I doubt too many people are wandering around the roof . . .

If we find likely candidates, we can try to investigate further.

How?

Asylum's head moved slightly as his ears caught a sound that differed from the previous blanket of noise that had surrounded him. Like that. His silvery grey eyes slid toward Oneiro. When you're checking the roof, try to sense some Pokemon emotions, too.
 
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You guys JUST had your finals? You poor dearies. D: I had mine the first weekend in June...

I've been busy with THeatrical Camp, more than I thought, but it's done after Satruday afternoon. o-o So you'll be seeing more crazy long posts.


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Luxray took around twenty five percent of the blow, meowling in discomfort and slight pain from the sheer power of the bit of the blow she'd experienced and simply turned, retaliaiting with a sharp Shock Wave to the other's wings, hissing madly at Baan to unleash something a bit more powerful. He simply shook his head, "No Lux, not yet. It's not your turn yet." She hissed, but submitted, returning to a defensive stance.

"That's all you have? A focus punch? Isn't that a fire pokemon you're wielding? And a dragon? didn't you learn anything from Mika on how to wield them properly or do you still think you know everything?" He shook his head, lifting his arms in an overexagerated sort of pose that signified nothing less than absolute holier-than-thou logic directed at the flustered girl who was only getting more flustered with his taunting, "She has a charizard you know, along with every other stupid dragon type in existance. But you wouldn't talk to her, she's just a kid in your eyes, inferior." It hadn't been that hard to decern. Mika was trying to give orders and Sera was twisting them to suit her purposes. She insulted her superior officer with such venom, it was suprising that Mika was still standing. Again, most of it was just guess work but he had been right before, at least to a certian extent.

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She didn't like it, she didn't like it at all. She didn't like Sera getting into a fight with Baan who was very obviuosly using a weaker pokemon from his arsonel to simply toy with Sera and humour the girl for whatever reason he'd deemed it nessacary to do so. He was doing one of two things; he was buying time or he was simply screwing with Sera's head on orders from either the lurking shadow or the shadow's superior. Mika really didn't like either option all that much, both of them put her teammate in a bad spot and both of them put Mika in a worse spot. Biting down on her lip, she pressed the small key tighter into the palm of her hand. She had to stop this before it went much further, she had to stop this before someone got hurt or worse, before someone was arrested. Just the thought, as she watched Sera combat the latest slew of insults from Baan's filthy mouth, made other images float through Mika's head and the girl closed her eyes and leaded heavy on the small little maitenence railing to keep from passing out as the words and pictures passed across her mind.

"You're new here, aren't you?" "...don't worry, he can't get you here..." "....You've never had friends before? that's impossible, you're..." "...Lady Mika? Is this right?" "Mi-chan?" "Mika?" "Myst-""Do not remember what you came here to do, you are not there to make friends, you are there to complete your mission. Nothing less and nothing more. Do not forget your place"

Snapping her eyes open, Mika's gaze was more hardset, back to what it normally was when she dealt with these people. Digging into her hand enough to draw blood, the crystalized key in her hand suddenly grew, expanding into a full length staff. It was made of see-through crystal, a light blue tint to the crystal itself, and was in that typical staff like shape with a long thing cylander topped with a half crescent moon, half sun shape on the top of the staff with four pokeball slots, only one of which was occupied, below the main part of the rod. Brushing a bit of blood that had sinced dribbled from her mouth, she looked in the direct location of the little shadow, "Steven Stone, stop hiding like a coward and show yourself. I don't bite unless I'm angered."

She had about ten minutes before she'd pass out. She'd drained herself of energy in the week prior, using the staff was foolish and if a certian power-hungry scientist found out about it, he'd have her head on a silver platter with an apple stuck fast in her mouth faster than a dodrio chasing a fleeing oran berry. It was always enough to make Steven back down but she knew she looked like crap just prior to activaiting it and unless he was stupid... he probably wouldn't buy it. Fortunately, a bit of luck was still on her side. The young executive stepped from the shadows, his rings glistening in the light, "I'm impressed Mika, but it took you longer to pry me out than expected."

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Kiyon really REALLY wanted to fight these two. Askan, the trash talker, looked really really bad. He'd be easy to knock over. And step on. And squish. But then again, the squishing might get yuckies all over his shiney new designer boots and that might be bad. Luckily, the call from Lucas followed by the audible 'YOU STUPID MORON, you did WHAT?!' line that could be heard throughout the entire car, and Kiyon simply raised his hand towards the others, "Whoopsie, looks like I gots to go~"

Steven was about done up top. Finally. Maybe now he could get back to his precious beauty sleep. With that, he walked directly out of the car after pushing Askan lightly, like a popular girl would to a rather not-so-popular girl, and whistled a random little tune that was distinctively out of tune by a half step of sharpness.
 
OOC: Uhh...25 per-cent? Sorry, but how precisely did the darn thing take only 25 per-cent? Evasion? Super special awesome defensive gear? Luxray's defensive power isn't that spectacular, so maybe some kind of explanatory sentence as to why it only took one fourth of a head-on attack? It ain't that hard to come up with a reason, but I'd like to see one, otherwise it's sort of hard to react. o.O Oh well, trying anyways...

Btw, since we've established a fourth generation pokémon in the RP, does this mean that 4th gen moves are also allowed? Just curious.

IC:

As the Shock Wave hit its mark, Sera flinched just a bit along with her pokémon. It probably wasn't that obvious to anyone not paying close attention, but the flinches had been completely synchronized, a less pleasant part of the bond they shared. It wasn't like the shared senses thing of advanced psychics, but for as long as she could remember, Sera had always had a way of 'knowing' when Flammie was in pain...and vice versa. The situation still wasn't completely out of control, though, the girl noted. She was also starting to come to terms with Baan's character. Oh, he liked to talk big, acting in that insufferable 'I know more than you do and I'm really going to rub it in your face' manner that just begged for a brick to be thrown his way, but that was really all that most of it was - talk, a distraction strategy. That last line of banter hadn't even stung. A dragon? The prat had effectively unveiled his ineptude through that simple line. Draconic though they might have looked, all members of the Charizard family were actually salamanders who really didn't have a drop of true dragon blood in their veins, although many dragon tamers like to 'forget' this distinction to add another big beater to their teams.

And speaking of dragon tamers...the girl risked a brief sideward glance towards Mika. That was a dragon tamer? The girl was barely managing to stand. Well, that obviously proved that Baan's last remark had been complete garbage. There was nothing to be learned from that pathetic wreck. Annoyed to have actually wasted time in looking, Sera turned her attention back to her even more annoying opponent. Flammie had already recovered from the initial shock, having assumed his standard battle pose; four-legged, definitely looking more like a dog than a dragon, his claws dug deep into the roof. Trying to clip the Charizard's wings might have seemed like a clever move, but Flammie wasn't a regular member of his species...not by a long shot. Had he spent less time running his mouth and more paying attention to his opponent, Baan might have realized just how weak and unused those wings were. Sure, they could still carry the Charizard somewhat, and they were certainly capable of whipping up fierce gales if needed, but his real strength had always been elsewhere. Sera detested flying, after all, and it was not surprising that a sensitive pokémon like Flammie had picked up on it. In exchange, he had gained considerable running speed and strength for his forelegs and right now the latter was paying off.

{I-I'm sorry...} the fire pokémon mumbled, giving his trainer an apologetic look, {I got careless, an'...}

"Don't fret." Sera replied softly, her eyes still glaring at her opponent and the words sounding like absolute gibberish to her as she patted the Charizard a bit, "Just focus on the battle."

{'Kay...} Flammie replied, resuming his serious expression, although that little scene had probably successfully ruined any fierce image he might have possessed. Ohh...Sera could just feel a snarky comment coming her way, but she really didn't give a damn about those right now. That arrogant prat had hurt her favourite little sissy, and they were going to get him back for that. So it was fire he wanted, eh? Well, he'd be getting all he could handle and then some.

"Flammie..." Sera remarked, her tone now openly furious, "Fire-"

Just as she was about to finish the order, however, she suddenly realized something: that wretched little thing of Baan's was holding back. Judging by the reaction to even being grazed by Flammie's Focus Punch, defense clearly wasn't Luxray's strongest suit, yet Baan was clearly forcing it into a defensive position. Sera's eyes narrowed; that kind of stalling was just too stupid, even for a g-man. What the heck was going on?

"Steven Stone, stop hiding like a coward and show yourself. I don't bite unless I'm angered."

Sera was snapped out of her musings as Mika spoke up. That was it, she had to see what was going. But first...

"Flammie, Smokescreen! Then Fire Spin on top of that!"

Oh, this wasn't a permanent solution, Sera conceeded as Flammie spewed and snorted out a sizeable cloud of grimy smoke that quickly enveloped Baan and his pokémon, soon followed by a stream of fire that formed a constricting ring around the cloud, but it should be enough to distract the duo and let her get a view of the situation, if not because the annoying little pair's vision and movement was restricted then because of the nasty stench of Charizard breath. Oh yes, with a little luck that strange pokémon had a very sensitive nose.

Steven Stone...yes, the girl confirmed as she turned her glance in Mika's direction again, that person was definitely the one and only. And not only that, but the prissy princess that was her executive had somehow manifested a peculiar staff of some kind as well. This was just too much randomness...

"That's it." Sera remarked in a voice that indicated that she had had just about enough weird happenings for one day, "What the heck is going on?"
 
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OOC: Crappy post. Don't have a lot to say.

"Seems the pretty boy is pretty good at knowing when he's outmatched!" Askan mused himself, seeing no other way to turn the opponent fleeing into a positive situation. "And Gardevoir, you can stop holding me up you know, I have enough energy to stand now..." Gardevoir sweatdropped as she removed the psychic focus on his body. "I really want to beat that guy now. Hopefully someday I'll get my chance! But, uh, I guess we better go check on the others? Chances are our cover has been blown, or something." He muttered as he began walking in the general direction of the ruckus that had started on the train shortly after they encountered pretty boy, Gardevoir following suite. He paused for a moment, however, to say one thing. "And Blue, don't interfere in my business again. I don't know who you think I am, but I'm far from incapable of taking care of myself."
 
Blue had had enough of this kid. Talking like he had all his crap together, and he had his little pokemon girlfriend holding him up psychically the entire time? Blue began to wonder if it was really him that caught that cup, or... Argh! And I had tried to make friends with this loser.. Blue thought. As Askan walked away, Blue put a hand on his shoulder, and roughly spun him around to face him.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" he snarled, although if he were outside it would have probably been much louder. "I don't give a rattata's ass WHO you are - in my eyes, you're just a rookie..." he nodded in the direction that Kiyon had just gone. "...and in typical rookie fashion, you almost just got yourself killed. I just saved your life back there, and if you want me to do it again someday, I'd be thanking me right now." he finished, and shoved Askan out of the way; Hoping - no, PRAYING - that he would attempt to challenge his authority. He was so jacked up, it only took him three steps to be out into the train's main hallway.

It was getting a bit more towards morning, and a few people were stumbling out of their rooms and heading towards the dining car. Blue hung a left, still fuming. He walked down the hall until he got to his room. He leaned down to tie his shoe, using it as cover for looking around. As soon as it was clear, he swept his key and quickly stepped inside.

"Everything cool, guys? I assume you got past the sweep?" he asked shortly and quietly, before sitting down and regarding Sy and Narumi briefly. "How about the others? Any word? Me and Askan ran into one of the nastier ones in the dining car, and he left in a rather hurry, so we assumed that something had happened." he explained.
 
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For those of you still with me, I'm sorry for being a stupid face. :3 See, I like, wrote the post at my friend's house but didn't have time to post it so I s-mailed it myself via PC's mail system. And then I forgot to get it form there and for the past two weeks I've been searching my pcs (all three of them) for the missing post. XD; So those of you who haven't abandonded this hopeless wreck of a rp master, THE ROLEPLAY SHALL NOT DIE

And thanks for the catch Alter, I forgot about that. I'll change it to Joleton in just a moment. Also, forgive my lack of Science knowledge, I've got... issues. ^^;;; I tried.


-IC-

"Steven... Sera's already fighting with Baan. Why don't you and I... tango." She twisted one of three pokeballs off of her wrist, the staff falling into her left hand, "It's been awhile anyways, since I defeated you last." She tilted her head softly, a serene sort of smirk spreading across her face, "Why don't we see if you're still worth my time." It was true. While the circumstances hadn't been in Steven's favor, he had lost a rather embarassing fight to Mika the last time they had encountered eachother. It was something no man could easily take, a defeat at the hands of a mere child, and Mika was hoping to poke a hole in the other's seemingly cool demenor and force out the anger not many people knew existed.

It didn't work. Steven was under strict orders not to provoke Mika, the Commandant had all but screamed that doing so might result in Mika injuring herself. Steven, personally, didn't really give a miltank about injuring her. She was a crimminal. Weren't they, as law enforcers, allowed to beat the guilty into submission as long as it wasn't detected by the general public? As much as he wanted to, he had to follow orders. Biting down on his lip, he regained control of his anger and turned towards Mika with the same unreadable look he'd given her prior, "No, as much as you'd like it, I cannot allow myself to fall to your level to, as you said, fight." He raised a hand towards Baan and the trainer annoyedly withdrew his battered pokemon (but not before sticking his tounge out at Sera) "I have a message to you, from the Commandant." Noting Mika's expression did not change, not that he expected it to, he continued, "He says he's glad to see you out of the hos-"

"He didn't exactly send flowers"

"It wasn't like he could. Rocket bases are so tricky to get into these days without causing royal hell to ice over."

"And yet you G-Men have learned nothing from us. Your bases are still as pathetic as they were six years ago. Nothing's changed beyond a passcode here and a firewall there. You can't even aim your cameras correctly for pete's sake..."

"Touche. Prehaps it would be good for us to revamp our system..." Blinking off the feeling and the very obvious (And very well played out mind you) distraction technique before he turned, taking Mika by the wrist in such a sudden movement, the girl had no time to react, no one would have. Pressing his lips to her ear, he mumbled something beyond the ears of the others present and stepped back, casting a fleeting, sickening look at Serra before turning towards Baan and started to walk back in that general direction, leaving the ashen leader to her misery...or so he thought.

Her own hand snapped out, catching his shoulder before he could get anywhere, "...He can't. It's forbidden, forbidden in every single one of my-our teachings! It's... it's insanity!" Steven brushed the girl off, shoving his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders at her obvious fear and attempt to hide the growing hysteria. He couldn't help a smirk; it still hadn't fully dawned on her yet, "You know him as well as I do Mika, he doesn't care. Nor do I for that matter."

"You know the number of casualties that would cause, you know..." And then, like a bolt of lightning, the hidden message revealed itself, "You can't mean..."

"With the seals closed, you're vulnerable. If you can't open the seals in the given time frame, which with our added security to each place will be virtually impossible, you'll have no physical choice." He tilted his head back to the sky, laughing softly as a few drops of rain fell from the sky, "Just a tool, that's all wayward children like you are good for nowadays. If only you hadn't run when we took you the first time, if only you'd stayed. Then maybe things like this... wouldn't be nessacary."

She couldn't take it anymore. With the downpour threatening to slip from the clouds at any second and a Charizard still on the playing field, she couldn't hold back her punches. Flicking her wrist in Sera's direction to withdraw her pokemon, she slid a hand to the pokeball on her wrist, slipping it into her palm as discreatly as she could, "A tool Steven? Oh yes, the perfect example of that would be your daughter, wouldn't it now. Your precious little doll, trapped in her home to be stared at. I doubt she still has Storm, did you take him away to, to keep her at home?" Smirking, she wasn't suprised to see his gaze turn sour almost instantly, "You're just as guilty as Lance and you know it."

His mask shattered, Steven was too far gone into his ego-damaged rage to with-hold himself anymore. Turning towards Baan, he jerked a pokeball off his waist, "Withdraw your Pokemon Baan and leave." The boy, who had since Steven's arrival simply stood with a holier than thou smile on his face, turned and with a light tuff of the hair, withdrew his badly battered Jolteon and exited down into the car from which he had came after thanking Sera oh-so-sarcastically for the battle, "It was fun little girl, maybe next time when we play, I'll actually fight with my full strength. You're worth it I think."

With that, he was gone, disappeared into the blackness of the tunnel that the train had suddenly been pressed into. Much like the blackness of a new moon covered in a layer of overcast clouds, there was not even enough light to see a hand infront of a face. Still, in the darkness, Steven did not stop his mouth from moving, "Fine Mika. You want a fight, I'll give you one. But that girl stays out of it... and you fight me without holding back." He wanted a re-match, he deserved a re-match. If she touched the power Lance would have his head but if she didn't, he'd be fighitng a trainer who wasn't using thier starter, their highest leveled most treasured pokemon or their most well rounded team. It wouldn't be right and it would't feel right either, "One on one, to begin when we exit the tunnel's blackness which should happen in about five minutes. You've that long to prepare." Years of training in caves with his beloved steel types had trained him to see like a cat, he could funciton in this blackness just fine. Mika, at least he thought,could not do the same.

She sighed, rubbing her forehead before turning on her heels to Sera, "Climb back down. It's three steps backward and you'll hit the ladder. Get down on your hands and knees if it makes you more comfortable. You don't have to, it's not an order yet, but if you stay and witness what's about to happen and you tell Blue or Kain, I'll be forced to do bad things to you." Turning her back on the trainer, she gave her a final glare before returning the staff to its prior mode and attached it to her neck. If she was going to use it from the purest source, she didn't need the enhancer. Not for Steven. It would drain her of most of her reserve energy and she'd probably be stuck at the pokemon center in Goldenrod for a day but it was all worth it. At least, she hoped so.

Raising her arms to the sky, she closed her eyes and pulled them down, mumbling something under her breath. Her body glowing a soft light green, the surface wounds on her arms from her earlier spat with Sera vanished and as the tunnel emerged, Mika had fully assimilated with the forest. Releasing the pokeball, her eyes slowly opened, revealing a bright spirit filled yellow tint rather than the minty green it had previously been. Ignoring the pain in her chest, she threw the pokeball she'd previously hidden just as the trio was thrust into dawnlight, "Antiklian, assistance please."

The male of her twin Dragonair, Antiklian, emereged from the bright light of the normal greatball, cooing softly as he wound around Mika's ankle and waist for a moment, enjoying the soft pets she gave him before she waved her hand towards the space between the two trainers, hissing like mad at Steven who, out of concern for the area surrounding, had sent out his Skarmory who was screeching at this excuse for an opponent at a pitch purposely driven a half step sharp for pure torture. Sky diving in the typical Ariel Ace format, as Steven had commanded him before letting him out of his prision of a pokeball, he watched Mika's mouth for movement and, seeing none, saw no reason to be cautious and fully charged the still hissing dragon with more fury than a charmander who's tail had almost been doused with a careless child's glass of water. He didn't expect the Flamethrower that nailed him in the face on his arrival at his target nor did he expect the follow up Body Slam and Ice Beam that shortly followed. By the time it was all over, the dragonair hadn't even broken a sweat and Steven looked humiliated. She hadn't even moved, her eyes hadn't even changed. She'd controled her pokemon by Channelling. Lance was going to have his rear end on a silver platter... and there was nothing he could do about it except retreat. Annoyed with himself, he tossed the overused smoke ball into the the area between and, when the smoke had cleared, he was gone without anything left to trace him by.

Releasing her hold on the Source, Mika withdrew the Dragonair and turned towards Sera's general location. Regardless of what the girl had decided to do, Mika needed to get off this roof and she need to get off it now. Wincing visibly, she scurried down the ladder and, after noting Sera's location, blurrily explained they needed to head back to the cabin and headed there at the fastest pace any person would blink past. Once inside, she didn't even wave at the rest of group, she turned towards Blue, mumbled something along the lines of 'I couldn't let him take Sera' and all but collapsed on the open spot on the bench, looking white as snow. A few moments passed and she was able to somewhat function, at least for now, "...So, how did your respective missions go? Askan, did you behave properly and did you run into another GMan prehaps?" Her forearm over her eyes, she could at least breathe a little better now. She'd have to explain this to Sera later and Mika wasn't looking forward to it. It wasn't a story she liked to tell.

"I got a little too much air up there. Now, what did any of you find out, if anything?"
 
OOC: Yay! Alarayne is back in business! I hope anyway...*Pokes all you lazy peoples* Post now, I command thee! >O Anyways, time for a Sera IC again...hope I can still recall her style. xD

By the by; you'd probably benefit from PMing those posts to yourself at PC instead of using e-mail since that way they'll always be accessible as long as you can access your own account, and if you can't...well, then you wouldn't have been able to post anyways. :3

IC:

Sera still didn't understand what the heck was going on, and the more she listened to the exchange of hidden meanings between Steven and Mika the greater the feeling of ignorance became. One thing was quite clear to the redhead, however: she was being ignored, brushed off by both concerned like a speck of dirt - and if that look Steven had given her was anything to go by, this was pretty much how he regard her as well - and Sera didn't like it at all, so when Baan decided to bail out, still wearing that insufferable attitude despite the way his pokémon had been maimed, the girl felt like she had just been handed the final insult.

"Oy, hold it, fancy-pants!" Sera yelled after him, annoyed by the way her voice was lost to the gale, "I ain't done with ya yet, ya freakin' coward!" she had half a mind to pursue the little twerp, but just then Flammie flinched, letting out a low growl of pain. Although the attack had been far from lethal, it had still left quite an injury, and a quick inspection was enough to tell the girl that her Charizard was in no condition to continue the fight, especially with the incoming rain.

"Of all the bloody times fer a shower..." Sera muttered, as if even the weather was conspiring to make a fool out of her, flicking the worn pokéball in Flammie's direction, "Flammie, come back.". Next time, was it? She snorted contemptuously as she turned to observe the scene between Mika and Steven - the latter of whom had just lost his pretense of cool - oh, that little g-man twerp would get a next time alright, and a Fire Blast up his arse for a memento too, if Sera had any say in the matter.

When Mika spoke up, asking her to step back - or, to compound the insult, preferably crawl away on all fours like a terrified little Poochyena - Sera felt like screaming something truly vicious in retort, but just then the train entered the tunnel and her world suddenly went black. The altitude hadn't been a problem as long as Sera had had so many other things to occupy her mind, but standing there with nothing but darkness and the peculiar green shimmer surrounding Mika the redhead became all too aware of how high up she was, how fast the train was moving, and - above all - just how easy it was for her to fall off. 'Not now...' she told herself, grasping her stomach which was once again trying to re-invent the art of churning uncomfortably, 'Don't freakin' chicken out now!'. Sera truly felt pathetic standing rooted to her spot as she was. There she was, barely able to keep herself under control while the two others were fighting completely unbothered by their surroundings, but Sera was far too stubborn and proud to back out now. As the train re-emerged on the outside, the battle was all but done, Steven's Skarmory collapsing in a decidedly pathetic way while its trainer escaped in a manner easily as cowardly as Baan's. Sheez, if there was one thing these g-men twerps knew it was how to run off at the first obstacle. More essential, however, was the question of what the heck Mika had been doing; by Sera's tell not a single command had been uttered and by the looks of it the younger girl hadn't even opened her eyes. Was this..? No, there was absolutely no way that Baan could have had a point about something, Sera would sooner have believed in hell freezing over than that. This was some kind of trick, and she would be damned if she didn't dig it out of little miss psycho.

Much to the redhead's dismay, however, Mika seemed to be in no mood to be interrogated, quickly excusing herself with a vague order of returning to the compartment before charging down the ladder and out of sight, long before Sera could formulate any kind of question.

Even more annoyed than before, Sera waited on the roof for a few more moments to make sure that her executive wasn't around to watch before she walked over to the end of the train and - eyes tightly shut and hands firmly grasping the ladder at each point - slowly descended. Although part of her wanted to head straight over to the compartment and demand an explanation, another had different plans - specifically, her stomach did.

"Damn...it..." fighting the urge to the bitter end, Sera staggered over to the nearest railing, extending her head over it and duly vomiting out what little food she had in her, spitting a few times to get rid of the taste before turning her head away from the charging scenery on either side of her. The girl was a mess, there was no need for a mirror to confirm that, she could feel the cold sweat her body was soaked in, the small shivers that still passed through her now and again, her face was probably still paler than usual, and above all she felt humiliated, not only because of her current state but because of what had happened - she had fought some mere two-bit lackey, a lackey who had been holding back, and still nearly lost while the executive whom she valued about as much as some of the things that got stuck on her shoes when she didn't look were she was going had pummeled Steven without as much as breaking a sweat. And on top of that, there was the things that wretched Baan had said...no matter how obvious it was that this was precisely what the g-man had intended, Sera couldn't help feeling upset about what he had said about Cyril; those words had stirred up precisely the questions which Sera had so carefully buried. This just wasn't how it was supposed to go; not at all. The girl's right hand balled into a fist, but she was enough in control not to cause another self-inflicted injury this time around, "I won't..." she muttered for herself, "I won't be weak like that again...EVER!"

A few minutes and a quick visit to the nearest bathroom later, a slightly more presentable Sera stepped into the reserved compartment. She wasn't trembling half as bad as before, but her face was still somewhat pale, the ponytail long since dissolved into the usual tangle of spiky bangs. The redhead paid no heed, however, speaking up in her usual nonchalant tone, although there was a slight hint of fatigue behind her words:

"Yeah, sure was...airy." she remarked somewhat lamely, casting a sideward glance at Mika and rolling her eyes while inwardly sighing in relief; at last there was something worthy of a normal comment again, "Don't tell me she's takin' another nap." the girl remarked bluntly, her voice regaining some of its previous fire even as she pretty much collapsed into her seat, the lack of her usual habit of spreading across as much available space as possible making her look just a bit more...well, feminine was probably the best way to put it - although considering her pale and somewhat vulnerable appearance that would probably have been feminine in the most insultingly stereotypical sense of the word. Sera still felt as cold as hell had apparently become, but wrapping herself up in that coat would be another sign of weakness she had no intention of showing, so instead she simply went for ignoring the cold and focusing on talk instead, "Ain't Goldenrod close now?" the girl inquired grumpily, "I don't know about the rest of ya, but I've had just about enough o' this train."
 
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"Nothin' of note on our end," Asylum told Blue, not bothering to look up as the two trainers from the dining car entered the room. The purple-haired male's expression grew increasingly distant as information from Oneiro was channeled into his mind, informing him of the tense situation occurring atop the train. Asylum was silent. At the moment, there was nothing happening in the cabin that might hold his attention. So, with careful listening and his Solrock's telepathic scans, the trainer mentally pieced the train-top situation together as well as he could. Then, the subjects of Oneiro's emotional readings moved. Several subjects vanished, while others descended into the train. One approached the cabin.

Seconds before the door opened, Asylum's eyes had shifted toward it, waiting to see who the one to enter would be. Mika. Finding none of her questions addressed directly to him, Asylum chose to say nothing for the moment--including the ironic remark running through his head in regard to her condition.

Looks like she got run over by a train. And here I thought she was going to the roof.

"Sy," Oneiro chided. You should be glad no one else heard that. Be a little more respectful toward your superiors.

Don't you ever get tired of saying that?

Were its features not unmoving stone, the Solrock would have smiled. No.

Moments later, as Asylum began to consider working up enough volition to answer one of Mika's inquiries, the door opened again. As Sera took her seat, Asylum stared silently at her. This one looks like she's been shot a few times with a cannon. Or maybe a tank. Must have been interesting up on that roof.

It's rude to stare, Sy.

It's also rude to lie, steal, and experiment on other people. Next concern, please.

Just stop staring.

Closing his eyes, Asylum leaned back in his seat--voice and face expressionless as he spoke with an unchecked lack of concern. "Me 'n' Narumi got past the inspection with no problems. How was the roof?"

Oneiro's sigh echoed through Asylum's mind.
 
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OOC: Crap post. Pokemon seems not my forte at the moment.

Narumi sat up straight and looked up at Mika, who certainly didn't look as though she'd just had the time of her life. Wondering if he should play the part of a concerned rocket at this point, Narumi decided against it. There was nothing he could do for her other then fuss over her, and that was probably the last thing he was interested in doing. Ahh, what a splitting headache. Did all Rocket's get headaches like this? Or was it just because Narumi wasn't usually being pressured by the forces of justice?

Either way, the Asylum guy- though certainly not the number one on the list of Narumi's friends, was pretty darn sharp. He did a good job of covering up for Narumi, even when he didn't even need covering up. Narumi smiled inwardly, before straightening and brushing himself off after his short break on the floor of the cabin.

Narumi was also very interested as to what happened on the roof. No doubt he'd get a full report on it later, but it wasn't as if he'd read it. Dragging his belongings to the edge of a wall, he sat down beside them, on the floor once more. Though his eyes were still half closed, and his focus not particularly fixed on any one thing, Narumi was listening intently for the story that would certainly be much more exciting and captivating then his and Asylum's.
 
OOC: Sorry it's so short. Don't have a whole lot to do, really.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Askan replied in a manner that displayed both arrogance and moping, no thanks to Blue. He gave a look over to the man in question and scoffed. "Why don't you ask that idjit over there?" Gardevoir couldn't help but roll her eyes at this point. On the bright side, Askan was getting his energy back. However, he was also regaining his pompous attitude that hinted ever so slightly at his immaturity. Idjit, as he called Blue ever-so-cleverly, was a word he substituted for swearing most of the time, though it didn't make him appear particularly articulate. Askan took a seat, and leaned his torso forward, resting his cheek on his right hand. "Apparently he thinks he knows my limits, and I'd prefer he mind his own business. Besides, Mika, aren't you the only person here who knows my secret? Why do I have to hide every-" He found himself silenced by Gardevoir's psychic attack. Normally, Askan was not permitted to spill his origins to others without the permission of a higher up, and this wasn't a case that was any different. "It's unfair, I'm tired of being scolded all of the time because people think I'm not capable!" He really was a spoiled brat, whining when he didn't get his own way. This wasn't unusual though, he had mood swings so often it was difficult to identify his true nature.
 
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well Asch, I'll have to fix dat. :3

-IC-

Like it always did when Mika was as exausted as she was, Luna's voice once again floated into her mind, nearly causing Mika to lose what little food she'd had to eat in the past day and a half all over the seat. Sitting up, she put her head in her hands, trying to focus on what Askan was saying while that obnoxious voice kept getting louder and louder within her own head, all but deafening her yet not a soul outside maybe that psychic pokemon that couldn't keep its mindwaves to itself could hear and the Gardevoir since she'd left that link open by sheer forgetfullness.

She remember that day, it had been close to the end of Alarayne. The two of them had been standing outside the mansion, close to the edge of the water on the rocks. It was before Luna and Mika had stopped co-existing on peaceful terms. Before she had a sit down wth Lance. Before she summoned the wave. It had been like so many days before, when they, the three of them, used to play together and run around the town nearby... everything was perfect. Normal. Normal girls did what they did back then, normal girls doing normal things being normal kids. Luna had told her, that day, that she sensed something coming to the island, something none of them could have ever imagined, and, for no reason at all, sang about it. Hauntingly soft, she sang as the moon began to rise in the horizon.

"Come to me children and follow my way
Into the world of darkness and magic
With all my power I'll show you the way
To all your dreams, hopes and illusions"

As quickly as the vision came, it left and Mika was allowed to regain sense of herself once again. Looking around the room, she saw two main problems, Sera and Askan. Sera was white as a sheet and shivering (And, like the arogent prideful girl she was, desperately trying to hide it) so much it looked like the car was moving less than her. Standing, she slipped out of her trenchcoat and, before Sera could complain, tucked it around her shoulders, giving her that 'Don't even think about taking that coat off' look before sitting down beside the muffled boy, ruffling his hair reassuringly, "You didn't explode. Gardevoir would've told me if you had. I'm proud, you're getting stronger." Smiling patiently, she tapped her finger against her chin, "It's frustrating, to have to hide everything about yourself, but it's simply nessacary in some circumstances. For all you know, someone in this room could be a spy. Revealing such private information might put you in danger, you understand? Therefore, we must put up with some rather unpleasent things... It's hard, but not impossible, you showed that just now, didn't you?"

Turning towards the rest of the party, she cleared her throat, that authoritative figure coming back into play, "We're almost to Goldenrod. For those of you wanting to know what happened on the roof, I'll gladly explain everything once we get to the base beneathe the Radio Tower in Goldenrod herself." Smirking lightly, she held up a keycard, "It was never destroyed, they could never find the entrance and torture didn't work on anyone who'd been down there. We'll arrive within the half hour so enjoy this little bit of a break. You won't get one for several weeks to come."
 
I live! I'll get right to it.

IC:

Blue nodded curtly at Asylum, and leaned against the wall, ignoring Askan's foul mood. However, as Mika and Sera entered the room, he heard something that made his eyebrows raise. Call me an idiot? he thought, potent venom icing his thoughts. However, all of this was pushed aside when Mika's obviously weak form nearly collapsed onto him, and Blue's deepest suspicions were confirmed. She whispered into his ear, and he shook his head with just a hint of pity, but only barely visible through a heavy wall of disapproval.

Throughout the next few minutes, Blue's gaze was fixed on Mika, barely listening to the surrounding conversation. She know what this does to her.. he thought, his mood threatening to dip into real anger. This whole business with Askan had really pissed him off to insurmountable levels, and he had just begun to cool off, when all of a sudden, this happens. As he was musing about this, suddenly he saw something.

Mika tensed up, and her eyes sort of glazed over. Unless you were looking REAL hard, you wouldn't notice, but Blue was bright, and he knew these signs too well. He realized that he was going to have to do something about this.

She was an expert at hiding it, but Mika hadn't been on her assigned medications, specifically assigned to prevent her from doing, well, what she was doing right now. As she gave Sera a coat and attempted to coax Askan the Kid into a state of submission, Blue could see her nearly falling apart.

She stood up, and sighed, attempting to crawl back into the carapace of her authoritative persona. "We're almost to Goldenrod. For those of you wanting to know what happened on the roof, I'll gladly explain everything once we get to the base beneath the Radio Tower in Goldenrod herself." she held up a key, announced the success of the trip, and finished her statement. "We'll arrive within the half hour so enjoy this little bit of a break. You won't get one for several weeks to come."

Blue had had about enough of this. Grabbing Mika swiftly by the elbow, he excused himself, and pulled her into the hallway, whispering sharply into her ear as he did so. "You won't be getting a break from me anytime soon, or the G-men either if you keep acting like this." Standing her straight up several yards down the hallway, he made sure there was nobody listening, and stared dead into her face, his namesake eyes piercing her like a pair of icy swords

"The hell is wrong with you? You haven't been taking them, have you? You know more than me what that bloody power of yours does to you." he growled, his grip tight on her arm. He paused, released her arm, and looked away, letting his last comment soak in. He turned back to face her, and his eyes were much softer. He put a hand on her shoulder, and sighed. "I've known you since you were still a kid." He smiled a little bit. "You're STILL a kid in my eyes; maybe you always will be." he looked away once more before looking back into her eyes. "You can still be the big boss; I'll even still pretend that I don't know you - but don't overdo it. You've got nothing to prove, especially if you're not going to take the meds Kain gave you. It's not like he was trying to poison you, it's Kain we're talking about here. Please, for your own sake if nothing else." He sighed, brushing the hair out of his eyes before continuing, "We'll talk more about this when we get back to Goldenrod. But for now, take it easy. Or else."
 
Sera was still in a very bad mood after having sat down, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain the mask of strength which she vainly believed to still be intact. Her body was still trying to shrug off the incident, and at a few times she had to control herself as another wave of nausea crept on. Above all the other discomfort, however, was her senses - which had chosen this particular time to peak in search of anyone and everyone who might have found something to comment on about her, and with Asylum's behavior being what it was, she didn't have to look far.

"What'cha starin' at?" she spat out, glaring at the boy, "I warn ya, I ain't in no mood fer bein' ogled at, so-"

Just then, however, Mika made a simple maneuver that effectively silenced the redhead, standing up and tucking her own coat over Sera's shoulders. For a moment, the older girl simply sat there, apparently struck wordless by the simple gesture (or, possibly, the wordless threat that had accompanied it) before she finally managed to speak up:

"And now I'm bein' treated like a freakin' coat hanger too?" she complained, yet there seemed to be just a small hint of something besides her usual anger in her voice, a certain softness around the edges of the tone, easily overlooked if one wasn't used to paying attention to such things, "Fine." she harrumphed in that same would-be-slighted tone of voice, "But ye'd better not make a freakin' habit of it." that had been something akin to the 'thank you' of someone who had very little experience in such matters, but if Mika failed to spot that then it was her loss.

Quietly groaning, Sera leaned back in her seat, largely zoning out Askan's whining complaints like the buzzing of a particularly large and bothersome fly. Idjit? Sera folded her arms, containing the urge to snap about it; that brat was an affront to insult-wielders everywhere, and apparently stuck at the intellectual age of seven. How anyone could put up with him was a complete mystery to Sera, but there Mika was; patting him on the head and trying to talk him out of his little temper tantrum. At that moment, Sera found herself thinking the unthinkable: she was actually agreeing with Baan on something: things would have been so much simpler if Mika would just have been a complete cow twenty-four seven. It was easy to hate people like that; it was uncomplicated, but now Sera was forced to deal with two seemingly contradictory personalities in one person: the weak, clueless, malicious, screeching harpy of a Rocket executive whom the redhead had first encountered and now loathed with the fury of a thousand suns, and on the other side the strong, caring Mika, the one who had faced down Steven and defeated him in a flash, the one who looked after the members of her team no matter how whiny and useless they were, the one who had seen right through Sera's facade and done what the redhead had been too proud to do. And now...now Sera couldn't decide on which was real and which was fake and it was giving her a splitting headache. As such, she welcomed Blue's excuse to drag the executive out of the room, not even bothering to question his motives as she pulled Mika out by the elbow. Instead, the redhead spread out a bit more in her seat, attempting to take up at least a semi-comfortable sleeping position. With the addition of a coat - even a foreign one - warmth was slowly returning into her body, and with it - or so it seemed - came her usual attitude. This was all because of the stress and fatigue, Sera concluded for herself as she began settling down for a half-hour nap, once she had gotten herself some well-earned rest things would be simple and clear-cut again and she could go back to resenting her executive and everything about her.
 
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