Kogenta
Lost Realist
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- Away from the Sun
- Seen Apr 2, 2012
"I hate the city," Asylum commented casually as he stepped off the train, shouldering his bag. Waves of sound beat against his eardrums, accompanied by a wash of bright sunlight that was almost painful to him after the indoor dimness of the train station. Sliding the fake ID he had used at inspection back into his pocket, Asylum glanced silently about. The boy resisted the temptation to use his goggles, instead forcing his eyes to adjust as he rubbed one of his temples. Eventually he lowered his hand and turned to Oneiro. So what do you say? Follow the red-head, track the mental princess, look for some place that won't make my ears bleed, or just ditch this city altogether?
"Sy, don't joke like that," the Solrock reprimanded a little more sharply than it meant to.
Asylum did not seem bothered. Who's joking? Or do you have any better ideas?
Oneiro did not respond. Thinking of ideas was not a problem, but the Pokemon knew from experience that its trainer was not likely to listen.
Asylum took the silence as an indication that the Solrock had nothing worthwhile to offer--or at least, nothing it knew its trainer would consider. Thought so. Anyway, I'm curious to know a little more about the people I might have to work with. See if they're tolerable and all. He yawned little. Though finding some place to sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea, either.
What if they're not tolerable, Sy?
Then I don't do the mission. Asylum stared at the Solrock as though it ought to have already known the answer to its question. Oneiro did, but asked in the hope that it might be wrong.
Mika said you didn't have a choice.
I'm not deaf, Oneiro. Asylum glanced about in mild annoyance at the milling crowds. Not yet, anyway.
The psychic type mentally sighed. Why do you always have to be like this?
Its trainer gave no answer, instead beginning to weave and circle about people casually, though purposefully. Oneiro quickly followed. Extending its consiousness, the Pokemon recognized an psychic print moving in the same direction as Asylum. You're following Sera?
Don't know where princess mental is. I'd suggest we split up so we can track them both, but I don't think you'd consent.
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Asylum followed Sera cautiously and at a wary distance. Before long, he learned the pattern of her footsteps, though distinguishing them amidst the steps of Goldenrod's citizens still proved challenging. Occasionally, the purple-haired boy would drop back around a corner and track his quarry by sound or with Oneiro's abilities. After a few hours, Asylum dropped down onto a sidewalk bench and tilted his head skyward. This is boring. She's still mad, and she feels awkward around people. That's all I've gotten out of this, and I probably could have guessed it anyway. He closed his pale eyes. And the noise . . . Though by now Asylum was farther away from the general populace of the city than he had been since he had stepped into the streets, the sounds of people and life remained audible to him, irritatingly constant like someone eternally rubbing an open sore. Maybe we should've done something else, Oneiro. Or better yet, nothing.
Oneiro hovered silently near Asylum's shoulder, staring in Sera's direction with what might have been an intent expression. Not receiving a response from his Pokemon, the male considered opening his eyes, but never moved beyond the thought. What is it?
I'm sensing something. Listen.
Asylum did not move. Someone else is coming. He paused. The steps stopped near the girl's position. Before he had time to consider whether this meant anything significant or not, voices began to echo out of the alley Sera had disappeared into. The first was Sera's, and therefore of little note. The second was unfamiliar. Asylum listened intently.
After the conversation had finished, the youth stood and hid behind the nearest building to avoid notice by Sera. "Think she knows him?" he remarked ironically as he prepared to move.
Knowing Sera's situation now, I suppose her reaction earlier--
Asylum straightened. Quiet. The familiar tones of buttons on some sort of electronic device being pressed emanated from the dark passage in which Cyril remained. As he listened to the conversation that followed, the Rocket agent grew increasingly interested. Unfortunately, Oneiro's apprehension simultaneously rose. Sy, once you get the information you need, we should leave before he notices us. Besides, the meeting time . . .
What's she going to do, fire me? And what's the worst that could happen if I'm caught?
You have a responsibility to get this information to your team leader.
Not really. Have you memorized his psychic print yet?
Yes. Is that enough for you?
No, but it's a little difficult to eavesdrop with you nagging me. Asylum turned toward his Pokemon, grimacing a little before finally relenting and slipping quietly away.
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By the time he drew near to the Pokemon Center, Asylum had slowed his pace to a leisurely saunter.
"You're moving awfully slowly," his Solrock commented.
Want to carry me?
I'm just saying that you're likely to be late for the meeting if you keep moving at this pace.
Asylum stopped in front of a store to look through its display window. That's the idea.
You're hopeless.
"Sy, don't joke like that," the Solrock reprimanded a little more sharply than it meant to.
Asylum did not seem bothered. Who's joking? Or do you have any better ideas?
Oneiro did not respond. Thinking of ideas was not a problem, but the Pokemon knew from experience that its trainer was not likely to listen.
Asylum took the silence as an indication that the Solrock had nothing worthwhile to offer--or at least, nothing it knew its trainer would consider. Thought so. Anyway, I'm curious to know a little more about the people I might have to work with. See if they're tolerable and all. He yawned little. Though finding some place to sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea, either.
What if they're not tolerable, Sy?
Then I don't do the mission. Asylum stared at the Solrock as though it ought to have already known the answer to its question. Oneiro did, but asked in the hope that it might be wrong.
Mika said you didn't have a choice.
I'm not deaf, Oneiro. Asylum glanced about in mild annoyance at the milling crowds. Not yet, anyway.
The psychic type mentally sighed. Why do you always have to be like this?
Its trainer gave no answer, instead beginning to weave and circle about people casually, though purposefully. Oneiro quickly followed. Extending its consiousness, the Pokemon recognized an psychic print moving in the same direction as Asylum. You're following Sera?
Don't know where princess mental is. I'd suggest we split up so we can track them both, but I don't think you'd consent.
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Asylum followed Sera cautiously and at a wary distance. Before long, he learned the pattern of her footsteps, though distinguishing them amidst the steps of Goldenrod's citizens still proved challenging. Occasionally, the purple-haired boy would drop back around a corner and track his quarry by sound or with Oneiro's abilities. After a few hours, Asylum dropped down onto a sidewalk bench and tilted his head skyward. This is boring. She's still mad, and she feels awkward around people. That's all I've gotten out of this, and I probably could have guessed it anyway. He closed his pale eyes. And the noise . . . Though by now Asylum was farther away from the general populace of the city than he had been since he had stepped into the streets, the sounds of people and life remained audible to him, irritatingly constant like someone eternally rubbing an open sore. Maybe we should've done something else, Oneiro. Or better yet, nothing.
Oneiro hovered silently near Asylum's shoulder, staring in Sera's direction with what might have been an intent expression. Not receiving a response from his Pokemon, the male considered opening his eyes, but never moved beyond the thought. What is it?
I'm sensing something. Listen.
Asylum did not move. Someone else is coming. He paused. The steps stopped near the girl's position. Before he had time to consider whether this meant anything significant or not, voices began to echo out of the alley Sera had disappeared into. The first was Sera's, and therefore of little note. The second was unfamiliar. Asylum listened intently.
After the conversation had finished, the youth stood and hid behind the nearest building to avoid notice by Sera. "Think she knows him?" he remarked ironically as he prepared to move.
Knowing Sera's situation now, I suppose her reaction earlier--
Asylum straightened. Quiet. The familiar tones of buttons on some sort of electronic device being pressed emanated from the dark passage in which Cyril remained. As he listened to the conversation that followed, the Rocket agent grew increasingly interested. Unfortunately, Oneiro's apprehension simultaneously rose. Sy, once you get the information you need, we should leave before he notices us. Besides, the meeting time . . .
What's she going to do, fire me? And what's the worst that could happen if I'm caught?
You have a responsibility to get this information to your team leader.
Not really. Have you memorized his psychic print yet?
Yes. Is that enough for you?
No, but it's a little difficult to eavesdrop with you nagging me. Asylum turned toward his Pokemon, grimacing a little before finally relenting and slipping quietly away.
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By the time he drew near to the Pokemon Center, Asylum had slowed his pace to a leisurely saunter.
"You're moving awfully slowly," his Solrock commented.
Want to carry me?
I'm just saying that you're likely to be late for the meeting if you keep moving at this pace.
Asylum stopped in front of a store to look through its display window. That's the idea.
You're hopeless.
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