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Fragments of Alarayne | The Memory of the Goddess

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OOC: Short post ftw! What? It's late!

Like Blue, Askan didn't fail to notice Mika's little episode. He was never told why she did, or if there was any reason behind it, but she had a tendancy of randomly zoning out, and you could only tell if you looked carefully. He had accidentally stumbled upon her issue one day when she came to visit him, but she took some pills after. Maybe those helped? Either way, Askan's attention was drawn from Mika's condition when she came over to him and ruffled his hair, before making an attempt to comfort him. Though, some of what she said was flawed. For example, he was already in danger by being on this mission, but whatever. He appreciated the sentiment either way.

She eventually left his side, and began to ramble on about the roof or something. He perked up with excitement when the word "break" was mentioned, however, and Gardevoir finally came back to sit with him, waving her hand towards the Pokeballs on his belt. He went to reach for them, but eyed Blue who took Mika out into the hallway. He knew there was some sort of connection between the two - although that didn't mean Askan had to get along with him. After they had left, he released all of his Pokemon so that they could get some air.

Masquerain, being a bit skittish, perched herself on top of Askan's head as she tried to figure out were she was. Gardevoir began talking to it, and Masquerain eventually let her guard down, and flew over to Sera, landing beside her so she could examine the girl. Quilava stood by his trainer's side, curling up in a ball and rolling around playfully as Mawile chased it, tripping from time to time. Gardevoir, being the caring Pokemon she was, began scolding the two, though they didn't listen. Dewgong clapped her fins together as she laughed at the two, and Noctowl did nothing but stare at the group, perched on the seat beside Askan. "Ahh~ It's good to get some rest."
 
-OoC-

-jump starts her muse-


-IC-

Mika was speechless, embarassed and caught completely off guard when Blue dragged her into the hallway. She hadn't been expecting it, not in the least, but in a way she guessed she probably should have. She simply leaned back against the wall in the hallway, the urge to pass out still very prominent in the possible list of things to do, and listened to him. Yep. This was definatly Blue. When he was done, she simply chuckled softly, almost weakly, and pushed herself up off the wall, giving Blue a look she hadn't given anyone else thus far on this little trip, "Blue, don't worry about me, mmkay? You're sounding like Rae." With a sparkle in her eyes, she reached up and ruffled his hair, "It really doesn't suit you, big brother." It wasn't like they were actually related, Blue was simply a childhood friend who'd turned into a big-brother sort of figure after that first time in Lance's Facility. Shaking her head firmly, she threw her hands up in the air lightly, "Alright alright, you win! I'll contact Kain and get him to send me the stuff, kay?" Sticking her tounge out lightly, she ducked under the arm semi pinning her to the wall and clasped her hands behind her back, "Now, I've got about twenty more seconds to be myself before I have to be an uptight witch again, so no more talk of worries." Waving him off, she wandered back to the cabin and, after reapplyng a mask of sorts to her face, stepped back in.

Sera was sleeping. Good. The girl looked ready to keel over and unfortunately, only actually keeling over was going to make her believe she needed rest. Mika couldn't help but stare at the older girl softly for a moment. In her sleep, she didn't look like a Sharpedo waiting to strike. She looked... normal. Vulnerable. She closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head softly. No, this wasn't how Sera wanted anyone, especially not Mika, to see her. Sighing heavily, she blended the sigh into a yawn and took the only seat not completely occupied by Askan's pokemon. Normally she would've taken the boy's head off for cramping the already cramped space but he had calmed down considerably and she wasn't about to risk that. Unfortuantely, this put her in a tiny seat next to Asylum, the only member of her team she really hadn't talked to yet. Stretching her arms infront of her one last time, she looked at him with an unreadble expression, "So... Are you looking at napping or are you up for a short conversation?"

Attention passengers, the Monorail Train will arrive in Goldenrod City in Twenty Five Minutes. At that time, making sure you have all your belongings, please exit at the nearest exit in a calm and mature mannor. Thank you for riding Pidgeot Monorail, we hope to see you again.
 
"I'm sorry..."

For the umpteenth time, the girl uttered the words, and like so many times before there was no response. The sturdy oak door remained as firmly shut as ever and not a single sound betrayed the fact that on the other side, life went on as it always had. The complete absence of Seraphina Geinsbrough in said world meant absolutely nothing whatsoever.

"Please..." the child's lip trembled as she whispered the words again, a single tear slipping down from beneath the mass of red hair that covered her head, running down her cheek and dropping onto the floor below, but even this tiny disturbance was quickly soaked up by the carpeting and disappeared, "I won't do it again. I promise."

Still no effect. She sighed quietly, sinking down on her knees in front of the door, wiping the moisture from her eyes. What good would crying do her, after all? While she was in this room she didn't exist, so what she chose to do or not to do made no difference at all. 'I have no unruly daughter', that was the rule in this house. Cedric Geinsbrough was not some common street thug who'd beat a little girl for misbehaving, oh no, he was civilized. Either he had a pretty, quiet, and above all perfectly obedient daughter or he had no daughter at all. Misbehave and you ceased to exist until you were perfect again. It was that simple. No screaming, no long, bitter talks about respect and 'what shall I do with you?'s, no violence; just complete exile from everything in the world except for this one room with its oppressively plain walls and decor and the carpeting spread over every inch of the floor like fungus. Oh how she longed to tear up that wretched carpet, to leave at least some kind of mark, to prove that she was alive, but she didn't dare...any misbehavior would only serve to lengthen the time. The best thing to do was to just sit there and wait - without sound or motion - until someone opened the door and let her back into the world again.

It was in this room that she learned that she was nothing, nothing at all...


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"Mmmph?" Sera stirred a bit in her seat, vaguely aware of something brushing against her hand, something alive, something staring at her. Wait, something alive? But she was in motion, and surely nothing could land on the back of a Dodrio in mid-run. Unless...she cursed her own stupidity. Of course, it could have be a Venonat or a Weedle, maybe even a stray Kakuna depending on where that daft Triune had gone and run in absence of directions, and a blood poisoning - even a mild one - wasn't a good way to start a day. The girl snapped awake with a jolt, quickly retracting her hand and glaring in the direction of the disturbance. It was only a few seconds later, staring at the peculiar bug right beside her and the seat upon which it had landed, that she recalled precisely what happened in the near future. These weren't particularly pleasant memories.

"Askan..." she growled, irritably shooing the Masquerain away as her glance traveled across the peculiar menagerie that had appeared in the compartment, "She said 'break', not 'pettin' zoo time'! Tell yer damn critters to keep to themselves!"

"I swear..." she sighed as she adjusted herself into a sitting position again, "Ye're like the insufferable kid brother I'm glad never to have had." the feeling of dread from her dream still clung to her as the announcement came, confirming that she had managed to squeeze in about four minutes of sleep before the obnoxious twerp had seen fit to ruin it. It couldn't be helped, though, it seemed; she was pretty sure that nothing had been spoken out loud in her sleep, but with another twenty-five minutes...no, not with these memories. Sera couldn't let anything of that particular episode of her life slip to this lot. She'd just have to stay awake until they arrived in Goldenrod. In an effort to avoid any further fights for which she simply didn't have the energy right now, the redhead zoned out the others, turning her glance towards the blur of scenery outside the window without really seeing it. Twenty-five minutes...twenty-five minutes of not falling asleep couldn't be that hard, right?
 
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Asylum, having half-opened one eye to see Blue and Mika's exit, as well as the entrance of Askan's Pokemon, then allowed his eyelid to fall shut for lack of interest and in an attempt to ignore those around him. This place is getting pretty crowded. Why did what's-his-name think it was a good idea to let out all his Pokemon, anyway?

"You let me out of my Pokeball," Oneiro replied, looking about with mild interest.

You know why I have to do that.

Mm-hm . . . By the way, you might want to move over a bit.

Eh? Why? Asylum's reply had scarcely been formed in his mind, when he felt someone sit down beside him. Only then did he recall the sound of the door opening a second time, and decided that the unknown individual could be either someone who had left the room, or someone who had been displaced by their return. You plannin' to tell me who that is, Oneiro, or will I have to open my eyes?

Neither proved necessary, however, as Mika spoke and Asylum recognized her voice.

"Look at your superiors when you talk to them," Oneiro reminded his trainer, as said trainer slowly slid his eyes open to their usual halfway point and turned to look at the team leader.

"I dunno," he answered in his customary indifferent manner, pausing afterward to listen to the announcement being made over the train's PA system. "Louder than it needs to be," he observed wordlessly. Though probably only to my ears.

Resuming his previous thought process, Asylum adjusted his vision until his eyes met Mika's directly. Looking from trainer to trainer, Oneiro noted the contrast of silver and amber-gold, Mika's eyes naturally glowing with every drop of life Asylum's lacked. "What about you?" Asylum asked, returning Mika's question. "Makes no difference to me."
 
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"Petting zoo?! My Pokemon are more than mere animals, thank you. They're my friends. If I'm having a break, they can damn well have a break with me!" Askan perked up with obvious irritation as Sera badmouthed his training methods. Doesn't she know anything? Does her head even work? You can't be a strong trainer if you don't have a strong bond with your Pokemon. He thought to himself as he slouched back in his seat, gesturing towards the Masquerain to return to him. The Pokemon did as it was told, and hastily flew back to its trainer, landing on his shoulder before Askan tossed a piece of Pokemon food up to it. He could have made more of a fight out of Sera's little comment, but he decided against it. He had to conserve the energy he had for their arrival at Goldenrod.

Once there, the entire operation would change, and he would finally be able to shine. Combat was his strong suite due to the nature of his body, and he had yet to flaunt those abilities around thanks to Blue getting in the way. At this thought, his eyes wandered to Mika once more, who was now sitting beside that Asylum person. Askan found Asylum unique in comparison to the others. It was like he was non-existent, not really there. On top of that, he was hard to read based on facial expressions and overall attitude. At the same time, there was something... not right about him. A familiar yet unfamiliar air to him that Askan couldn't seem to put his finger on. OH RIGHT. It suddenly dawned on him. That boy was like him. Askan had been introduced to him probably early on at the lab, so it had slipped his mind.

Askan's train of thought was interrupted as Quilava jumped onto his lap, startling the boy enough to jump. "...Okay guys, back inside for now, we'll get a good workout in today for sure!" The Pokemon replied cheerfully as they all, including Gardevoir, were taken back into their balls.
 
-OoC-

school's started for me so if posts are sporadic, please don't eat me. XD; I'm taking 8 classes (The required ammount at my school is 6, I have an Early Bird (ewww, 7AM class of d00m) and a 7th hour (Easiest freakin class on the freakin planet. > >; And it's AP. -dances-) sooo my time is limited while Marching Band is getting started (And I /do/ have homework). I can however, promise a post every week. :3 Because I love you all.

-IC-

She simply stretched her muscles out, noting the change in Sera's behaviour, she'd ignore it to give the girl some of her dignity back, and mood and after rolling her eyes at the two bickering children, turned back to Sy, smiling softly at him before looking up towards the pokemon floating overhead. Yawning, she patted his shoulder softly, winking as she turned as though to leave, "Sera, Askan, get to know eachother. That means no fighting or bickering if you can avoid it. When I return from my walk, I except this place to be a bit... less loud." Turning to the door, she exited, heading down for the always vancant-at-this-hour observation car and, after climbing to the second floor of sorts, waited for Sy's reaction.

While she had been talking to the others, she'd sent a message, via the flying heap of rock, to Sy, "If you want to talk, and don't feel as though you need to at this moment, come to the observation car and bring your pokemon with you. Don't worry, the others can't hear this message nor will they even know. I... I just want to talk, I'm curious of a couple things and you probably have questions about me or my leadership skills, yeah? Anyways, if you want to come, I'll be there for twenty minutes then I'll be returning to get everyone ready to get off the train without getting arrested, mmkay? Mmkay."

Snapping out a paperback book, she opened it and started to read. Breaks were wonderful, especially since they wouldn't have many in the coming weeks. When this stupid train finally got to the stupid train station, she'd have to take them to the base and then, oh then hell began. She knew of five missions they already had and now, now with her father being a douchbag, she'd have to bump one of those missions to the top of the list and, to be honest, she didn't think the team was ready for it. "Why, why WHY can't I freakin get a break? Mmmmm? Is that you laughing at me Rae, are you laughing at me?" Sighing at the obnoxious thought, she shook her head and went back to her book. If Sy showed, great. If he didn't, that was great to.
 
Asylum watched with mild interest as Mika intervened between Askan and Sera and left, the only apparent answer to his question being a wink that seemed to delay her response more than anything else. Before he could make a mental comment on this, however, Oneiro's voice entered his mind.

Sy, you have a message.

A what?

A message. I received it a moment ago.

From Somnio?

No. The girl--Mystearica.

As the door to the room slid shut, Asylum's glance shifted toward it with new interest. 'That so? Well then, let's hear it.

After the message had been relayed, Asylum leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Seeing this, the Solrock turned curiously toward its trainer. You're not going?

Oh, I'm going. Aside from my usual observations, there's not really anything here to keep me entertained. I'm just taking a moment to think.

Oneiro waited patiently, hovering several inches away from Asylum's shoulder and watching his expression. Though no change took place upon the purple-haired male's features, the Pokemon sensed his mood had improved with the lessening of his boredom. And when, more than a minute later, Asylum stood and sauntered casually out of the room, the Solrock could feel its trainer's interest rising. Looking back at the others, Oneiro asked, "Aren't you going to give them some explanation for why you're leaving?"

No. The door closed.

Following various signs and arrows, Asylum eventually found his way to the observation car, pausing outside the door to listen. Only one breathing pattern. Whoever is in there seems to be alone.

I could have told you that last part.

But you didn't. Now let's find out what our young leader wants.

As Asylum entered the observation car, one eyebrow raised slightly at the sight of Mika reading a book. Did I take that long? He closed the door behind him. Stepping forward, Asylum made no motion of courtesy or form of obeisance, as many Rocket executives required--and Asylum never gave. Rather, stopping a few paces away from Mika, Asylum tilted his head slightly to one side in what seemed a gesture of curiosity and stated, "You wanted to talk?"
 
"An' Flammie's mine." Sera retorted to Askan's ravings about friendship, her eyes still glued to the landscape outside - sheez, who crowned him Miss Empathy? - "Doesn't mean I'd seat a 200-pound Charizard in yer lap. Ya can think o' those critters as anythin' ya please, just keep 'em in yer own damn space."

Seriously, leave it to that brat to miss the whole point. The girl seriously couldn't figure out what Askan would be good for...beyond serving as a noisy decoy or bashing rocks with his forehead. And speaking of brats...the one pretending to be her boss had just spoken, requesting that they'd get along out of all things. Sera and that knuckledhead? The redhead snorted. Fat chance. There was no way she could ever respect someone who was that clumsy with insults, and if Mika thought she could just command them to get along she had another thing coming.

"Better gag Askan, then." Sera replied to her executive's request for a less loud compartment, "Either that or defenestrate him."

She grinned for herself, leaning a bit further back in her seat. The best way to get rid of arguments was to exhaust them, so she might as well start on Askan now. Knowing his intellectual level he'd probably not have that many to come with. Heck, odds were that he didn't even have a clue about what defenestrating was.

OOC: *Squee* I finally got to use the word 'defenestrate' in an IC post! Cookie to anyone who knows what it means without peeking into a dictionary. :3
 
OOC: Eek! Defenestrate is to throw somebody out a window! IC coming soon; I just couldn't resist defenestration. Cookie plz.
 
[OoC

-pokes around to see if people still exist-

--; if anybody hasn't lost total intrest, I'm back for real now.

I didn't think Marching Band would do what it's done to me this year so far. o o; Seriously, I've got a fifth of the practices that I had last year and yet, I'm still home for about an hour, two hours which is consumed by homework and sleep (I gotta get up at 5:30am every morning. = - = Something about that has GOT to be illegal...) So yeah. To all you guys, I really am sorry. I picked the worst possible time to revivie this roleplay but I am not going to let it die agian. I'm not waiting for people to post anymore, I'll wait for a little interaction and then I'm posting. :3

SO HA. >>;;;]

[IC

This needed to seriously stop. These flashbacks, they were starting to drive her crazy. She'd been waiting two, three minutes for Sy when her mind had wandered to days past and the crystal around her neck lit up with a light glow, illuminating the general area around her person in a soft almost radioactive glow. The last time she'd been on a train, specifically the last time she'd been on this one, she'd been so nervous her chest had refused to intake air for almost three hours afterwards. A hearing with the Council, that was something that could tighten even the strongest person's chest with agonizingly tight fury. It had been just after the tsunami, she'd gotten out of the base after a week of the usual and no sooner had she stepped onto the paved streets of freedom Viridian style than had she been served with a summons. It was different now, she was going to a base she was a little familiar with. It was abit out of the way but she'd made up her mind. Mika needed to know what was going on in Lance's head, she just needed to know. So what if she got another summons? They couldn't really punish her, there was nothing left to take.

She was snapped out of her daydream with a startled half squeak when, one moment there was no Sy and the next there was a Sy and his psychic add-on. Standing and dropping her book in a bit of a simotainious(sp) fluster, she directed him towards a chair, stammering lightly, "G-gah. S-sorry, s-sit down please?" Clearing her throat she sat back down in the chair, tucking her ankles under her knees, completely missing her book was on the floor, "A-anyways, tell me a bit about yourself. I know you're from one of the facilities, and while I could look it up for myself... I'd like to hear it from you. If that's okay." She smiled warmly, in an inviting sort of way that showed absolutely no pre-established judgement, "I want to know everything you and the others will tell me, so we can be a finely oiled unit."
 
Upon invitation, Asylum readily--though not eagerly--slid into the indicated chair, leaning lazily to one side and resting his weight on one of the chair's wide arms. Oneiro, meanwhile, lifted the fallen book from the floor with a Psychic and offered it back to Mika.

"She can pick up her own book, you know," Asylum told the Pokemon, pausing from his previous contemplations of the girl's flustered greeting.

It's called being polite. Try it some time, Sy.

Hah.

During his brief conversation with the Solrock, Asylum's eyes had remained resting somewhat unnervingly on Mika, so that no change was apparent in his features when she spoke and he redirected his attention toward her. At the mention of a facility, one of Asylum's eyebrows twitched slightly upward. He exchanged glances with Oneiro. Waiting silently for Mika to finish her statement, Asylum turned back to her and allowed his face to resume its usual expressionless state. When it became apparent that the female trainer had completed her piece, a quiet, humorless laugh fell from Asylum's lips. Here he was with his next team leader, and in their first real conversation, she had brought up one of his few sore spots. For a moment, the only noise in the room was made by the movement of the train and--to Asylum's ears--human breathing.

"What are you going to do?" Oneiro asked, almost hesitantly.

The purple-haired boy ignored his Pokemon's question, but answered Mika's. "If, by 'you're from one of the facilities,' you mean that I'm a lab rat, then yeah. That sounds about right." He leaned back, his grey eyes never wavering. "I don't really feel like talking about it, though. Most exec's probably know what happens in the 'facilities,' anyway." Asylum shrugged slightly, apparently amused at the use of this term. Then, after a yawn, he continued, "From what I hear, most of the higher ups and scientists that are left have tried to keep my little five-year excursion a bit of a secret, though I can't say I know why. Still, I don't doubt that you got the usual memo about Somnio and Oneiro here. All my team leaders get one."

The stone Pokemon continued to watch the scene uneasily, though one would not be able to discern the apprehension by looking at its unmoving features. As its trainer mentioned and motioned toward it, however, Oneiro appeared to respond with a faint movement. As though coming out of a daze, the psychic type interjected a mental comment. Sy, your superior asked you a question. I don't think that type of answer is wholly appropriate.

Nothing about those five years is remotely appropriate, Oneiro.

For this the Solrock had no answer.

"Anyway," Asylum said, "I don't imagine the notes about my Oneiro and Somnio are very specific usually. But if you know why I keep them around, I'd say that tells everything about my facility experience that you'd want to know."

He paused. "But if this 'honesty hour' is a two way thing . . ." Asylum's curiosity managed to dispel a sliver of his impassiveness, driving him to go to the trouble of conversation for the chance of a little more information to work with.

"Sy . . .," Oneiro warned.

Just take it easy.

". . . You don't seem like the type who's up for leading," Asylum began with his usual untactfulness. "And you've been a mess ever since that train-top trip. So, what's so important about this trip that you'd bother going through all this for it? And if it's that important, why use a team you don't know?"
 
I'm horrible, I know. >.< I haven't posted a decent intelligible post for who knows how long, and I know, I know I know. xD; Every time I look at this thread I remember.

So, since I'm selfish, to save myself from the guilt of looking at this thread and thinking, "I should really post, even if I sound like a stupid n00b" I'm going to drop out. I'm not going to lie and say I don't have time, and I'm not going to lie and say I'm still interested, but I'm just at my wits end when it comes to this roleplay. And pokemon doesn't appeal to me anymore. :< That might be why I look at this thread and wonder what's going on. *fish'd*

So, I'm very very very very sorry. xO
 
Sy was as the bit of the report said he was, intelligent and perceptive. To be honest, he had been the only one in the packets she'd been forced to go through that she actually liked and saw promise in. Did he see that too? That the lot of these people were incompetent fools? He obviously saw her as one but to be honest, that hadn't been far off the mark. Mika didn't want the team, that much was obvious. Picking at the skin on her fingers lightly, she kept her gaze down for awhile, piecing through her thoughts before they slipped out of her mouth in a mannor she couldn't control.

It seemed like hours had passed when she could finally pull her head up and look at Sy, her gaze cold as ice, "You're a very clever boy, very clever indeed..." Placing a hand on her forehead, she shook her head, laughing weakly before, again, the hand dropped and she looked at Sy, the look in her eyes twisted further than before, almost as though the girl was somewhat possessed, "It's not my decision. I haven't held a team since Alarayne, since bloody Alarayne and Giovanni, the Boss, is tired of my hitaus. He told me to get my act together, to pull together another team. So I requested my old team and was denied. I need to, in his words mind you, write over the catatrosphe of that blasted island. Thus, I was kept in a controlled enviroment til I found the ones out of the files that I thought I could tolerate."

"As for the mission, I've been delaying to tell you all til we get to Goldenrod, to see which of you ditches on me and goes running home to mommy because you can't take the witch of an executive you've been given. The ones that are left, those would be the ones I'd tell the extent of the mission to, as it's not for weaklings." She stood up, stepping to the side, her left hand falling limp to her side while the other pressed lightly against the glass, "But unfortunately, I can't get anything done without him getting involved." She shook her head, the hand on the window balling into a fist, "...I can't wait. One person's already been dragged into this and I'm... I'm only going to take one more." Tilting her head at him, she intently bore her eyes into Sy's own, "I'll explain this to you. You want out, you can. It won't be boring however, I promise you that." Turning, she leaned against the glass, her fingers pressing into the glass in a soft compound quadruple sort of rhythm, "Have you ever heard the story of the goddess? How she sealed the power of the world to prevent people from destroying Pokemon? And how she summons a Chosen to go into the world and release those seals? That... That would be me." She sighed, "There are four main seals, all four of which are located in the Johto Region. Unfortunately, the G-Men caught wind that Rocket is releasing the seals of Legend and, just to be a big friggen pain in the arse, they've put a big nasty base around and beneth the temple. As it is, I don't have the means to get in by myself, I can't be in four places at once. thus... I do need a team. The prizes, which I didn't tell any of you, include promotions or rather you'll all be on my level of executive if you complete this mission with me. Not to mention that triples your pay. Interested...? I know... I know I seem weak. But I... I have things I'm working through, just like the rest of you." But you... you should all understand, when your entire team dies because of the leader's stupidity... it's not easy to take a new team.
 
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OOC: Well now, I've got to say that this is the first time I see a double post within a single post. *Pokes last IC* Didya overdo it with the copy-paste, Mika? ;3

Anyway, since I've finally been given an excuse to IC here IC I shall. And Yoshi, you haven't made that promised IC yet, so until then: no cookies for you. O= *Eats one in front of you* See? Only good little RPers who make their promised posts get cookies. I hope this taught you a lesson. =P

IC:

Sera had expected many kinds of trouble from the mission she had been given. After all, she knew that there was no way the king of sleezeballs - also known as Giovanni - would let off such a firm hook easily. She had anticipated tight spots, chases, extreme physical strain and dangers around every corner, but as it turned out, she had neglected the greatest peril on this journey: overwhelming boredom. That was what she felt right this moment, staring out of the stupid train window at the freakin' pastoral landscape that just kept freakin' stretching on to freakin' infinity. It was like an endless stream of bad reruns.

Askan had yet to speak up - why Sera could practically hear the knucklehead's tiny brain cracking under the strain of trying to decipher her words - and the other occupants of the compartment were being equally quiet - in other words: BORING. Sera groaned, attempting in vain to find something with entertainment value with her gaze but soon losing patience with that particular endeavor and instead trying to just sit there and stay awake without paying attention to the complete lack of useful things to do with her time.

Needless to say, neither strategy worked very well, and eventually Sera gave in to her impulse, nonchalantly rising from her chair and wandering over to the door.

"I'm goin' fer a walk." Sera announced to forestall any objections from the others, "If that wailin' harpie's got an issue with that she can shove it up her arse; same goes fer the rest of ya'."

Her little excuse thus given, the redhead promptly stepped out into the hallway, slamming the compartment door shut behind her before anyone could object. Once outside, however, the young woman was struck with the unfortunate realization that there was very little to occupy her attention out there either. Fake ID and different look or no, making a big fuss about herself was not a good idea for a wanted arsonists slash murderer. Besides, odds were that if she started socializing with random people it would end up in a brawl. Not good for the secrecy thing either. Oh well, Sera concluded as she began strolling aimlessly down the corridor, at least she had room to stretch her legs now.

"...I've been delaying to tell you all til we get to Goldenrod, to see which of you ditches on me and goes running home to mommy because you can't take the witch of an executive you've been given."

The redhead blinked, taking a brief break from her little stroll, the extent of which she hadn't even been paying proper attention to. Normally, she had no interest in listening in on other people's conversations, but the voice behind was not one that Sera would forget in a hurry, and the remark about a witch of an executive clinched it. Not bothering about the consequences of getting caught - heck, how could she get on any worse terms with her executive, anyway? - she edged her way closer to the source of the noise.

And speaking of her executive...Sera had half a mind to check the condition of her ears as Mika spoke on, relating an old legend...a fairy tale which the redhead vaguely recalled hearing in a life she had left behind long ago. Now if this wasn't odd enough on its own, the brat-in-leader's-clothing also seemed genuinely convinced that she was the Chosen. Sera couldn't help a sceptical snort at this. Sure, the green-haired girl had done something weird back on the roof, but...a Chosen of some fairy tale goddess? Deluded girl-child was more like it. Sera had every intention of leaving the room at this point, but just then Mika decided to get to the part about rewards...

"...you'll all be on my level of executive if you complete this mission with me."

As soon as the words reached her eardrums, Sera practically freezing in mid-step as the implications of what she had just heard struck her. She had been annoyed before, but now she was nothing short of steaming mad.

"S'cuse me..." she said in an uncharacteristically level voice that anyone with the least bit of understanding as to what kind of person Sera was would have recognized as a warning sign to be heeded. The redhead didn't give a damn about secrecy anymore - heck, given that psychic lump of rock that was hanging around Sy odds were that her presence had been no secret anyway - instead, she wandered straight over to her executive, giving her a withering glare, "Ya see, I thought I heard ya say that the 'reward'" the word practically oozed with resentment as Sera fired it out of her mouth, "fer this mission ain't at all what was agreed on, but instead a lifetime of servitude and riskin' my neck fer yer no-good sleezeball of a boss. Now were ya' really plannin' on sharin' that lil' tidbit of information or did ya' intend to save it up fer the very end of the mission when I wouldn't have a freakin' choice in the matter?!" her voice rapidly escalated to dangerously high levels, the will to maim the girl in front of her growing ever stronger, "Reward my arse! Ya might enjoy bein' yer male oppressor's obedient lil' lapdog but why should I, or anyone else fer that matter, want to risk my neck just so freakin' Giovanni can put a collar on it?!" she spat in contempt, "If that is what ya' had in mind, princess, then ya might as well count me out! I fer one have no interest in yer little clique, and if Asylum's half as smart as ya' seem to think he is then he won't either! Triple pay's not good fer much if it means havin' GP investigators up yer crack twenty-four seven."
 
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Oneiro watched Mika, saw her eyes, heard her speak, thought something was wrong with her mind, and grew concerned. Asylum watched Mika, saw her eyes, heard her speak, knew something was somehow wrong with her, and did not particularly care. As the executive began to explain the nature of the mission, however, Asylum raised his head slightly. Footsteps. Apparently someone's interested in our conversation. Anyone we need to worry about, Oneiro?

Depends on who you think you need to worry about. I think I recognize the psychic print as someone who was on top of the train.

Oh?

They don't seem very happy right now, but this particular individual was standing beside Mika on the train top, so I'm guessing he or she is not an enemy.

She. That Sera girl was with her. Besides, females have sharper steps.

Aren't you going to say anything to your boss?

A smile slowly spread across Asylum's features at Mika's guarantee of the mission's interest. Maybe not yet. She's busy, and I don't want to interrupt her.

Oneiro prepared to object before pausing and deeming the unmade effort futile. The Solrock mentally shrugged. Suit yourself.

The purple-haired boy listened in half-amused silence to the rest of Mika's story. He was not sure if he believed the tale he was told, but the girl before him seemed pretty convinced. The rewards offered for surviving the mission held little interest for Asylum, but everything else had at least caught his attention--which was already a positive indication as far as he was concerned. For a moment Asylum studied Mika, quietly considering the task she had described. Then his thoughts were interrupted by Sera's entrance. The red-haired girl was tense, angry, and (Asylum guessed) would have quite a bit to say. As he heard the volume of Sera's voice begin to rise, the boy settled back into his chair without a word and pressed a finger against the base of each ear. While he could still hear Sera easily, the pain from the noise was pleasantly reduced.

Once he was reasonably sure that Sera had completed her tirade, Asylum lowered his hands and glanced between the two girls. He thought he heard heartbeats over the sounds of the train--probably the red-head's. Seconds of silence passed with a painfully slow tension that Asylum seemed oblivious to, but Oneiro felt all too distinctly. Sy, say something.

Such as . . . ?

I don't know, but . . .

You're so helpful.

A few more seconds of quiet found Asylum bored, and he finally straightened a little with a yawn. His half-closed eyes shifted impassively toward Sera as he commented, "You were just arriving about then, so you might've missed her say it. But she had planned on telling you this story in Goldenrod." He fell back in his chair again and looked up at the ceiling, as though he had suddenly lost interest in the situation. "I think it's so you could've blown up somewhere no one would hear you."

Oneiro silently continued to read the emotions in the room, uncomfortably awaiting any fluctuations in response to Asylum's comment. That's not what I meant when I told--

I'm thinking.

The Solrock said no more.
 
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-OoC-

Merry Christmas! ^-^

-IC-

"Teehee... Sera you're so foolish." Mika craned her head back around towards the girl, her face and tone seemingly happy and carefree but her eyes as cold and as deadly serious as stone, "You think you can escape them, don't you? Escape them if you leave my side?" Lifting a hand, her smile faded as she stood from her perch, leaning forward, her face inches from Sera's right ear, "Where will you go Sera, where they can't find you? You, now that they've seen you, you're bound to me. Regardless of who you're with, they'll always come after you. Perhaps, once they've dug into your background which I assure you they will, they'll send the one you hate more than anything else in the world after you... wouldn't that be pleasent? Seeing someone after such a long time?" She pulled back, a sheer look of amusement written across her face. Stretching up her arms towards the cieling above them, she took a step forward then turned, facing both of them, "I'll leave it up to you Sera, as to whether or not you want to follow me. Just put what I told you into consideration, alright?' She winked, turning towards Sy with a meeker look about her, "You on the other hand don't have a choice. Sorry but you're absolutely stuck with me regardless of your own personal thoughts on the matter." Flicking her hand in a sort of wave, she turned on her heels, walked a few paces before turning and added, with the point of an index finger to strengthen the point, "Sy, you're to meet me at the Goldenrod Poke Center by Curfew. Sera, the same goes for you if you want to stay in my unit. Note that if you leave, you'll face possible Court Martial charges I won't be able to control the outcome of. Your choice tho~" She giggled and skittered off towards the cabin to collect her things.

Yes, these were the ones she would take from the initial group. Sera would come around, once she realized she didn't stand a chance without protection. Yes, this would all go as smooth as candy.


-OoC-

Kay you two, one more 'final post' and we're off the bloody train so finish up your train needs please!
 
OOC: Woo-hoo! Merry Christmas indeed! ^0^ Been so long since I saw a fresh IC here. :3

...

And whoa, why do I get the feeling that Sera is going to go against the holiday spirit here? Looks like we'll be having one third of the team plotting the gruesome demise of another third for the remainder of the RP. Better keep her away from the matches. o.o

IC:

Words could not describe the sheer loathing Sera was feeling right now. She had felt hate for many people in her life, but in many cases that had been little more than love having a very bad day, She had hated, disliked, and gotten annoyed at various people in her life, but none of them, not even her father, had she ever actually wanted to kill.

Harm, maybe, but not kill.

This sensation, however, was loathing...complete and utter loathing, loathing so intense that not even her very wide and well-developed vocabulary of insults could put it into words. Sera's hands were balled into fists, her glare not leaving the person she now detested at a level far beyond what she had thought humanely possible a few moments ago. How dare she? How dare that deluded little girlchild resort to that threat?! How dare she just stand there with that self-satisfied little smirk?! The only thing that kept her from lunging at her throat was the sheer shock of what she was just feeling. Any traces of admiration or respect she might have felt for her executive after the train top episode were now long gone, replaced by a single realization:

She had picked the wrong person to fight back there.

"So you'd resort to something this low just to keep me on the team, princess?" were it not for the indisputable fact that her mouth was what had formed the words, one would hardly have associated the placid, level voice -- quivering ever so slightly with pent-up loathing, like a string stretched beyond its limits and ready to snap at any given time -- as Sera's. There was no trace of her usual loudness, but more importantly, there was no southern accent. Not a muscle on her face twitched, but you could have skewered a Donphan on the glare, "Alright then. But just so you know..." she had crossed the distance between herself and the executive by the door with a few long strides, mimicking Mika's manner right down to the disgustingly sweet tone, "I will kill you. I don't know how, I don't know when. It could be during this mission, it could be after it. All I know is that I will see you dead by my own hands. Just thought you'd like to know that." she made as if to leave, only to turn and perform a sweeping kick towards her executive's feet. Knowing her, she'd have intercepted it somehow, but it was the gesture that counted here, "Watch yer back, princess; with yer methods I don't think anyone else will be there to do it fer ya'."

Without another word, Sera stalked out of the observation car. One more word, one more gesture, one more second with that witch and she'd have forgotten all about precaution and gone for the kill regardless of her chances of success, which would probably not have been high. Clenched hands shoved into her pockets, she shot a withering glare at the scenery passing by. This stupid train ride had already gone on far too long for her liking.
 
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-OoC-

Just an fyi for the two of you, as we've lost half our members, I recruited a real life friend from school (Possibly two, depends on whether or not he can sanely promise to post) to fill up an empty spot. ^^ I've filled her in on everything and, Alter, she's a better roleplayer than I am. :P Which isn't saying too much but still. Anyways, I've got it planned in when they're coming in etc so we can keep the board and everything alive. :3

So have a happy oshogatsu everyone. ^^

[And this is just opening up beyond the train for you all, just so you know. :3]



-IC-

She couldn't help a laugh after Sera was out of earshot. The girl was so bloody predicatable. Push a button, pull a lever, recieve the result one was after. True, it had been a bit on the low side, even for Mika's taste, but it was nessacary. She couldn't survive this run through without Sera, the girl was much stronger than Mika had given her credit for in the beginning, and there was another reason she couldn't seem to put distance between herself and the girl, a reason she didn't want to admit. Sera was nearly identical in her initial feelings towards the young executive as Maxie had been. The dead were dead. Sera wasn't Maxie, far from it, but that little glimmer of Maxie's old mannerisms, the constant ego struggle between the two hotheads, the tom boyish characteristics... All of it was just too much to ignore. The dead are dead. I know that the dead are dead. They're unable to return to this world... No matter how much I want them to return, they won't come back. Shaking that feeling off, she focused her eyes on the tiny computer screen on her standard issued black and red P*DA, her eyes blinking twice as she read over the text transmission she'd recieved while Sera was mocking Mika's quirky way of handling insubordination. "...Great. They're going to... Argh, he really doesn't trust me anymore."

Rubbing her forehead, she collected her belongings quickly, tightening the traps on her bag before exiting the cabin. She'd have to bail early, the customs would snag her if she didn't. This gave her about seven minutes to get off the train before she'd risk serious injury. Ten steps down the hall, she had to stop and, as she leaned against the hallway walls, she couldn't help but notice a wet moist thing that she certianly hadn't intended on releasing trickle down her cheek. Eyes widening, she muffled a soft gasp with the back of her right hand. Where had that come from? No, no she shouldn't be thinking about him. Not here, not now. He, like Maxie, was gone. He couldn't save her, he couldn't bring her out of this mess. Not this time. Not ever again. It hit her like a cold hard cement wall. Slumping to the floor, she placed her hands on her knees, desperate to regain control of herself. No Mika, no. Rave's... Rave's gone. You will not cry over this, not here, not now. He can't pull you through this so stop wishing he could. But her mental pleadings did nothing and, as she struggled to retain her emotions, a single phrase slipped passed her barriors, "My unit's falling to pieces again, you know? It's-It's pathetic but I-I really-I need you. Rave..."

Alloting herself another moment or two to pull herself together, she slipped on a pair of black and red goggles with tinted lenses, to hide her swollen eyes, and opened the door to the outside. Moments before the train would roll into the Station, Mika bailed, rolling, but not unscathed, in the grass just east of Goldenrod's southern entrance. Groaning, she let the wind return to her lungs before sitting up, her entire body aching from the effort of just that simple task, "That has got to be the dumbest thing I've done today..." Shaking her head, she managed to get herself standing and, pushing through the screaming protests of her body, walked as tho nothing was wrong into the bright city of Goldenrod. Slipping off her goggles, she let them dangle around her neck and headed towards the Radio Tower. In four hours, she was to meet with Sy and Sera, if she so chose, outside the center. In the time until then? She had a date with the devil's evil mad scientist. Joy of Joys, this day couldn't seemingly get any worse, could it?
 
OOC: Oh, so that's how it is. You can't pop out from the RP for a few days...

...or weeks...

...or half a year...

...without being replaced by some fancy schmancy import RPer? I am deeply insulted. :<


Nah, just kidding of course. xD Goodness knows we could use RPers who actually...you know, make RP posts instead of just signing up and poofing.

Anyways, setting up the stage for the plot twist slash absent RPer's excuse discussed. Sorry it took so long, but I had to figure out a few details for this encounter. That and I managed to shut my browser just before I had finished my post, and lost a good half which I hadn't backed up yet. >.<

IC:

Sera was not in a good mood when the train screeched to a halt at Goldenrod train station, and the oh-so cheerful populace she faced on the ever livening streets offered little improvement on that front. In her current mindset, she would very much have liked to have run into someone who was in just as foul a mood as she was, a few grouchy faces to confirm that she was not the only one whom life had decided to be a complete Miltank to this day. Much to her dismay, however, it seemed to be 'wish you were here' postcard day in Goldenrod today. The morning sun was beaming down on the city from behind a sparse cover of fluffy white clouds, the birds were singing, and every person Sera came across seemed to have picked this particular day to be very jolly and content with their life. Smiles were thrown her way as thickly as the curses had been during her shoplifting days in Celadon, and a few even offered a cheerful 'good morning' to the tired vagrant who gave out half-scowls in return.

As this peculiar phenomenon persisted, Sera became more and more fidgety. She just wasn't used to this...any of this. Walking through the streets in clear view in the middle of the day, receiving friendly greetings, not getting pointed out and chased by every human being she came across...it all seemed so...strange.

No, Sera corrected herself, this was normality; she was the strange one. The reason these people were being so friendly to her was that they hadn't realized it yet. This-this kind of normality, it had been what she had been after from the start, to just be in the same place with people to whom the name Seraphina Geinsbrough meant nothing whatsoever, but as much as she wanted to tell herself that this was it, that all she had to do was stay right here, in this city of sunshine and smiling strangers, common sense reminded her that it wouldn't work. Baan had seen her with Mika, and they all knew where the train had been headed.

"You think you can escape them, don't you? Escape them if you leave my side?"

Sera's hand clenched into a fist as her obnoxious executive's words ran through her head. They were true, but that didn't give her any kind of right to use them against Sera like that. That underhanded, sickeningly sweet-talking, manipulative little witch! The redhead had half a mind to punch or throttle something at the mere thought of that self-satisfied little smirk on her face. Rocket, G-man, it didn't make any difference. As long as she had people like that on her back, she could never go back to being normal. She would never be able to show her face in public for long before she had to run again.

She would never get out of this damn executive job, she would never get her record wiped, she'd never be able to look Cyril in the eye again.

Ever.

"Moltres damn it!" it wasn't until a fresh wave of pain from her knuckles struck her consciousness that Sera finally snapped out of her musings, glaring at the re-opened wounds on her right hand and the small, bloodied stains she had left at the point where fist and building wall had connected. The hand had been in pretty bad shape after her outburst in the train, but now it was a complete mess. The simple act had helped vent part of her frustration, but the amplified pain was quick to remind her that there was price to pay for this reprieve. Fortunately, the redhead had managed to navigate he way to a secluded back alley under the shadow of the radio tower, and as such there had been no witnesses for this rather conspicuous incident.

At least, that was what she had thought.

"Is something troubling you...Seraphina?"

Sera froze. It wasn't just the presence of another human being in the alley that had startled her. No, it went deeper than that. There was the voice, the familiar, polite tenor. But most crucially, there was the name. No living being on this earth would call her Seraphina, no-one except...

Whirling around to face the source of the voice, the girl couldn't believe her eyes. The figure striding towards her was slightly taller than her, though about as wide, carrying himself forward with a casually confident stride that gave him a far more imposing look than the ironed white shirt, dark red tie, and charcoal-colored trousers -- reminiscent of an office worker's outfit -- would usually have afforded. He looked...normal, right down to the neatly combed black hair ending around the region of his shoulders, but there was a certain glint in his green eyes. Sera couldn't explain it, she had never been able to, but something about those eyes held an intimidating, mesmeric power over her. 'I might not be showing it.' those eyes seemed to say, 'But rest assured that I could crush you in an instant if I felt like it.'.

There was only one person with eyes like that.

"...Cyril?" Sera ventured at last, the name barely a whisper as it left her lips. Part of her wanted to rush forward and seek comfort from her older brother like in the old days, another was feeling self-conscious and awkward about the whole situation, while the third kept telling Sera that the best course of action was to run as far away as possible as fast as possible to avoid the inevitable explanation of things she didn't want to explain. For all her thoughts, she only managed to stand on the spot with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

Noting the girl's hesitance, Cyril let out a small chuckle, "It really is you, Seraphina." her remarked softly, taking a step forward, "You've grown so much, I was afraid I may have been mistaken. Is your hand alright?"

"Cyril!" she just couldn't hold it back anymore. No matter how much her current self resented this course of action, Sera's instincts wouldn't allow for anything else, compelling the redhead to embrace her brother, tears of pent-up frustration escaping captivity, "I'm sorry, I really wanted to see ya', but then everythin' got so messed up and-I'm, I'm sorry I-"

She was being pathetic. Sera knew she was being pathetic. Four years of emotional hardening and defiant self-reliance, yet five seconds with her brother had been all it took to revert her back to a scared, simpering, little girlchild. Her older sibling didn't seem to mind, however, merely stroking Sera's head softly.

"Shh..." he whispered in his usual, soothing voice, "...don't worry, it's all going to be alright."

"No." Seraphina persisted, forcing down her next sobbing fit, "No, it's not goin' to be alright at all! Cyril, I've-I've done somethin' horrible. Ye're going to hate me. When ya hear what I've done ye're going to hate me."

"No I won't."

"But you don't even know what I-"

The redhead's objection was cut short as Cyril tilted her head upwards so that their eyes met, "It doesn't matter." he retorted evenly, "Seraphina, you're my little sister. I could never hate you. No matter what you've done, no matter how much I might disapprove of it, I will always be on your side. You know that, don't you?"

"I-" a fresh stream of tears interrupted her speech, "I know...Cyril...thank you..."

"Good." Cyril replied evenly, "Now, I'm going to see to that hand of yours. Please, just tell me everything on your mind, and I'll see what I can do, alright?"

And she did. When she started, Sera had no idea how much she had needed to dump everything on her mind on someone, but with each thing she told, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and before she knew it, the whole tale had spilled. Cyril had not made a single move to interrupt or scold her, merely holding her in his usual, quietly supportive manner, but now that the truth about her past was out, Sera couldn't help a fearful glance in her brother's direction. Much to her surprise, the other betrayed no sign of hard feelings.

"I see." he replied. Soon, however, his calm expression broke into a smile, "Don't worry about it, now that I'm here we can sort this whole mess out."

For the second time during this encounter, Sera couldn't believe her ears, "Really? Cyril, can ya' honestly fix this?!"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"Well, no...but-"

A brotherly hand landed on her shoulder, "Then don't worry about it." Cyril said softly, "I'm not about to change my behavior now, and I know some people who might be able to help. Just...stay strong for a while longer, alright? I'll have this all sorted out, I promise."

Sniffing one last time, Sera wiped the remnants of her tears out of her eyes, "Alright..." she mumbled.

"Good. Now, it seems like it's almost time for that curfew you mentioned, so you should go. Don't worry." he reiterated, brushing aside a few strand of hair that had fallen across her face, "I'm not going to leave you again, Seraphina, I've just got a few things to sort out. I'll get back in touch with you as soon as I can, I promise."

"O-okay." nodding, Sera braced herself, soon adopting her usual, confident manner, a tiny smile gracing her lips, "Thanks, Cyril, I-I had almost given up hope. I-I'll see you soon!"

The male said nothing as he watch his younger sibling depart from the alley, waiting patiently for the footsteps to die away before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, casually scrolling his way to a number and bringing the device to his ear.

"Sir? This is Cyril. About that...mole problem you mentioned? I have some good news."
 
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-blinks- So, yes, here's my profile Mika. I'm sorry it's not fully filled out. I was told that was okay. So no biting, Marsy does not like getting rabies!

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-Out of Character-

Name: Mars

-In Character-

-+- The Basics:

Full Birth Name: Aazera Nikhol Carron
Nick Names: Aza, Era, Nikki
Age: 23
Location of Childhood Home: Blackthorn City
Type of Trainer: Lab Rat

-+- Pokémon:

Current Pokémon on your Person:

DragonairFemale"Anaryu"

Anaryu is a protector. She and Aza first joined 19 years ago when Anaryu was still a Dratini hatchling; she was a present from Aza's parents. After Aza was taken into Rocket custody, Anaryu traveled all over to find her friend, training and growing stronger, trying to hone in on any sort of bond that might be there. When they finally found each other Aza was surprised to remember the, now, Dragonair, as she could barely remember anything from her past. Since then, Anaryu has become Aza's keeper, far more so than any of the new member's of the party. She keeps Aza sane, calming her down and caring for her in general like any mother would.

A dangerous opponent, Anaryu has never been comfortable showing her full power, thinking it superfluous and unnecessary to win a battle. Instead, she likes to play it safe and strike when the moment is most opportune. She has grown a very particular rhythm to her battle style from her years of self training that none of the other Pokémon have quite mastered.

BanetteMale"Jubet"

Jubet is a mischievous little trouble maker, much like a poltergeist, he will play a prank on anyone or anything near him on the off chance that someone other than him will find it funny. That is one reason why Aza keeps this little ball of energy in the party, to lighten up the mood. He has a life to him that is magnetic, something that he has no qualms in sharing with Aza or the other three Pokémon. But as child like as this Pokémon is, he really does have a compassionate nature to him. Since joining the party, Jubet has grown quite fond of Aza and is always there with a ready hug when she's upset, even during her moods and fits that he has become very aware of. He is protective, though not as fiercely as Anaryu and Zion, and will try and ward off any who try and harm her, even if it means protecting Aza against herself.

Though not physically strong, Jubet is very quick and has a good Special Attack. Mainly delving into dark or status inducing attacks, he likes to sneak up on his opponents and strike them with as much as he can. Is it any wonder that his favorite attack is Faint Attack?

EspeonFemale"Kisana"

Kisana is a very sweet, bubbly Pokémon, like Jubet, she brings her own life to the group. A bubbly joy that she puts into everything she does. You can usually find her chasing anything that sparkles much like a cat. That, or chasing after Zion, whom she believes was caught solely for her entertainment. She's free-spirited and lovable but like most creatures, she can snap into attack mode in mere seconds, creating an entirely new persona for her. When fighting, Kisana is fierce and ruthless, she gives every battle her all, and with her strong psychic attacks it can be mentally draining. Zion commonly is the one who jumps in and takes her back in battles when she does this, making them a formidable team.

Absol Male "Zion"

It is very clear to anyone who can get close that Zion is the Alpha Male of this pack. He has a stony demeanor to him that has only been broken by Kisana's eccentric nature. Not that he would ever admit to that, as he tries to come off as annoyed by her, but her sweet nature breaks down his defenses and opens him up. Around everybody but Kiasna, Zion is very serious, always making sure it's safe, being the logical one and warding off any who come to close that he doesn't trust. He worries and cares a lot for Aza but instead of taking the stance of protecting her, he leaves her in the hands of Anaryu because he trusts her more than any of the others (except for maybe Kisana).

He's a fierce fighter who likes to think things through instead of rushing in because keeping his head is far more important than getting the battle over with quickly. He likes to keep in control and detests anything that gets in the way of that which is one of the reasons he doesn't get along with Jubet very well.

Pokémon in tall grass or PC Box: None specifically

-+- Appearance:

Eye Color: Bright emerald green.
Hair Color/Style: Red-orange hair cut a little past her shoulders and layered.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 129
General Appearance:
Delicate seems to be the best way to describe Aza. She's not childishly tiny, but for her moderate height of 5'6, the 129 pounds of weight she can call her own is rather lacking. Aza has never really been a large girl though, always the frailest and sickly of her family, she could never hold much weight before losing it again. She's come to accept that fact, but still frets about the possibility of being too skinny (sort of contradictory to the female ego). Despite her weight and lack of much upper body muscle, Aza still holds a typical hourglass shape with a small waist and proportionately larger hips, attached are her long muscled legs used for her favorite past time; running. As you can expect then, she always seems to be moving somehow. Whether that be pacing, tapping her foot, or her equally delicate hands trying to find something to keep themselves busy. She only remembers a small bit about her past, but from what she remembers, she has no clue where her new fidgety nature has come from; Anaryu says it must be another side effect from the experiments.

With her thin, lithe body, her face makes Aza look even more like some sort of a doll. She doesn't have any sort of prominent cheekbones which causes her face to look round and soft. This heart-shaped face is a pale, ivory complexion with a few scattered freckles on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes, surrounded by thick brown eyelashes, are a deep emerald green that seem to always be sparkling with a life that isn't always visible in her body language. In fact her body language doesn't usually show the kind of life she possesses because of her usual discomfort. On top of that softly lined face though, is a mop of bright dark-red hair cut a little past her shoulders. Dead straight, it's layered for a little volume to lift it away from her face.

Though a bit of an odd duck, Aza's personality doesn't completely overtake her clothing choices. Pant-wise, she sticks to three basics: cargo capri pants, skinny jeans, and the occasional loose skirt to her knees. She doesn't like anything that feels too heavy or swampy, which is hard to accomplish with the circumstance of her nearlyunhealthy figure. That also draws into her shirts, she doesn't like anything that feels excessively big. That's really her only qualm there, as long as that little rule is followed she'll wear any cut and any color as long as it still looks good wit everything else. Shoes are simple though. She is always seen wearing a pair of high-top converse, no matter what. An amethyst pendant happens to be on her person attached to a gold chain around her neck; it's the only jewelry that she continually wears.



-+- Personality:

Strengths | Fear:
~ Logic
~ Sneaking
~ Cooking
~ Understanding Pokemon
~ Fighting
~ Communication

- Khol
- Dr. Kain
- Death
- Blood
- Darkness
- Being restrained
- Large cold surfaces
- Lots of Metal

Likes | Dislikes:
+ Her pokemon
+ Mika
+ Soft things
+ Water
+ Warmth
+ Rice
+ Her brother Zion

- Darkness
- Pain
- Dr. Kain
- Giovanni
- Rai
- Cold
- Hard things
- Sharp things
- Blood
- Meat

Goals:
~ To get a handle on her powers
~ "get rid" of Khol
~ Remember her past

Skills:
~ Logic
~ Sneaking
~ Cooking
~ Understanding Pokemon

Quirks | Habits:
~ Fidgeting
~ Humming during silences
~ Playing with hair
~ Biting lower lip when nervous

Secrets:-------------------
Reputation: Aza is known as the quirky, goofy girl who is a tad bit jumpy. She's seen as fun to be around and very cuddly, but rather skittish. The party tends to be very unsure what to do when Khol is out though since she's a loose cannon and very unpredictable.

Personality:
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-+- History:

Past:
Aazera was first born to Lily and Alexander Carron of Blackthorn City, and as is common there, was born with Viridian Blood. The bloodline was very weak in her, but strong enough to be apparent when she was presented a Dratini at age four. For a while, her parents didn't take notice of it, thinking it was just a little girl's over-active imagination. But when she was about nine, her Dratini cut her tail on a rock while swimming so Aza (being the mother) kissed her two fingers and placed them on the shallow cut. To her surprise, it wasn't there when she took her hand away. That next year, shortly after her tenth birthday, Aza no longer used touch to communicate with her Dratini, Anaryu. That was when her parents got nervous.

The Carron's were well aquainted with the Blackthorn family, Aza always did have a large crush on their son Rai after all. After his deception of Mika, Rai returned to Blackthorn to gather yet more children for Giovanni and Dr. Kain. Aazera was twelve when he returned with the intent of taking her with him this time. With Anaryu cozy in her bed at home, Aza left to go see Rai. Being the manipulator he was, he convinced her to leave with him; little did she know that she was being taken to the Team Rocket Headquarters. Once there, Giovanni found no use of her, her powers being far weaker than what he desired, and handed her over to Dr. Kain; the single most detestable man Aza has ever met.

She remembers almost nothing about her childhood and only part of her time as a lab rat; many of them have been repressed. She doesn't quite remember how she got out of that Hell hole, only that she did and once she was out how out of place she felt. Having nothing else to do and feeling incredibly dirty, she washed off in a stream, exploring a section of her mind that she was always punished for touching. At first, there was nothing, just a tranquil feeling paired with a scorching emptiness, then all of a sudden it was like she was filled with an explosion of life; she was filled with another mind calling out to her.

Aza was finally reunited with Anaryu soon after, remembering her lost friend after a few moment of confusion and searching. After she let go of the link however...something unepected happened. Anaryu thought the cihld had merely fallen asleep or fainted from excitement but within thirty seconds Aza's head shot up almost painfully with a wicked glint in her eyes. While in the care of Dr. Kain, the introduction of all those viridian cells had caused a second personality to form; Aza's price for using the link with Anaryu.

Often wild and untamed, this personality, Khol, prefers the company of Jubet more than any of the others. And though she formed a link with the troublesome Banette, Khol rarely formed out of using it, but appeared if she used it when particularly stressed. Aza still isn't sure why she hasn't formed a bond with Kisana and Zion yet even though her powers have continued to grow.

Now in Mika's party Aza tends to gravitate to the girl, finding a sense of home in being with her. Overall, Aza respects Mika, following orders and such; Khol has other ideas. This opposing personalitylike to do whatever she can to unnerve Mika, often sassing her or, her favorite, hitting on her until she breaks in some way (or until Khol reverts).



Family:
Lily Carron – Mother – 51
Alexander Carron – Father – 54
Zion Carron – Brother - 13

Other:
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RP example:
A small smile replaced the fury that had previously been there. She was content, she had talked, stretched a little, been heard, and now she felt the exhaustion set in. "If you're so worried about me moving, let me stay here. I'll lay nice and still and be a good little kitten. I promise, Dr. Romano." She fingered a cross over her heart and held out her pinky for him like a child swearing not to tell about that teachers note their friend threw away. Her head nuzzled into his chest. She couldn't feel the fever but she was painfully aware of the temperature difference his body caused. "Good, you're not a total quack. The Doctor before you thought I was an evil demon who had possessed this poor child through the evils of television." A hard laugh flew out of her throat much like the tinkling bell laugh of Roxas but throatier. "He actually had me exorcised before he decided to become a monk....the wanker."

"Not much, like I said...you doctors like your meds too much. Kitty doesn't take well to sedatives, they ruffle her fur far too easily." Chezzy turned her wrist upwards to stare at the self-made tattoo that Roxas had made so long ago with a needle and broken pen. Nothing much, a simple star emblazoned along with a single name: Adam. The whole reason this started, this insanity. Chezzy loved the boy, he was her brother too, she was only here because she was repressed and rejected. That's all. If the dimwit could've stood up for herself...they wouldn't be in this mess.

She looked up at him with patronizing eyes, clearly entertained by his "diagnosis". "I don't believe that, I don't want that. I don't want a relationship, I want company other than the other idiot sharing my body. I know about him, you would think I don't? I just want him because I can't have it, I'm sure, deep down I don't want it. But that's not how I work, hun. I lives by urges and wants, I fulfill my desires by any means necessary. I'm everything Roxas isn't." Didn't any of the crack pot doctors realize that? Were they too absorbed in their ideas and theories that they couldn't open their ****ing eyes and see the truth in flashing lights before them? No, of course not. Because they're the sane ones...they know what they're doing. Bullshit.

She thought about his offer, clearly willing to accept it, but she wanted more, to get her deal out of it the way she wanted. "You can give her the medicine...fine, I don't care. Just no sedatives, got it?" She glared accusingly at him like he'd pull one out of his ass any minute and stab her with the long needle. "And I really just want someone to listen...but you can ask the questions. First though...I have one for you. And be honest....What is your obsession with us...her?" Chezzy asked skeptically but with no hint of malice in her tone. "I intrigue you, that's obvious, but her...she's like any other woman frightened of her darker side, what makes her so special that you care so much for her after two hours of conversation in the courtyard?"
 
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