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In search for the Cure

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Logmon1: I really don't want to sound mean or to disappoint you in any way. But you make way too much spelling mistakes. Sometimes I have difficulty understanding what you write, because I don't know what you meant to write. I am still working on telepathy, but I am not very good at it right now, so you either have to correct most of your spelling mistakes in the post (and promise you won't make so many in the future) or you'll have to stop posting in this thread. I am sorry for being so didactic and pedantic, but I really want to make this RPG look good.
To those looking for Ho-Oh: Okay, it's really good that we have people who are looking for a common cure. That would certainly be a new storyline in the RPG. All of you have two obvious choices: To unite and help each other in the finding of Ho-Oh, or each of you trying to find it individually relying only on his/her own abilities. That is up to each of you. Either way it's fine because all of those who look for Ho-Oh would meet earlier than the others. Although it does not mean that you'll meet in the next post. Aim to meet once everybody makes 3 posts from now. I will read through your posts and determine the setting of your meeting. By setting I mean the background, not the actual establishment. Otherwise it would be confusing. For example if you meet somewhere in the see, you can't throw stones, this sort of stuff. It would make it more clear for you I hope and the reader as well.
To all who chose psychic legend/twisted spoon: I've got a really good idea about what you actually are looking for. But first I'd like to hear your ideas about the matter. What is going to be your cure? PM me about it if you don't want to spoil the story. Actually it would be better if you PM. That's all for now.

IC: The playful sunlight of the next morning found George's face as it were hours ago. He hadn't moved, his eyes still fixed on the eastern horizon. He was waiting patiently for the sunrise. The rays touched his cheeks making them pink from the warmth, and continued down his bare neck. They brought life in his very skin. His eyes reflected shining blue. It was so unbelievably wonderful. After those dreadful nightmares, George couldn't even think of going to sleep again. He spent his time thinking about the good moments he had had with his brother. They were not a whole lot, but they were as precious to him, as anything related to his brother could be. He knew that they were sacred, and were the only motivation he had left to start his quest. He knew it was going to be an exhausting journey for both body and soul but he left home with the clear consciousness that he wanted to do it.
The sunrise had awoken the other inhabbitants of this deserted place. Birds were quietly singing, accomanied sometimes by the loud uncertain peck of a Fearow. It was time to get going. George packed up all his belongings, took his bycicle, which was by the way a present from his brother, and started riding down the hill. The weather did not suggest anything related to shelter or food, so he decided that he would travel as much as he could this day, slowly shortening the distance to Ecruteak city.
From what he heard it must be a beautiful city, Ecruteak. Especially when it had to offer such attractive sites as the Burned Tower. He loved to visit ancient places, ruined by nature or civilization. Everytime he went to such a relic, he learned new and useful information about himself. This time, he thought, it was not going to be different. He pedalled the bicycle hard, wishing to reach Ecruteak as fast as possible.
 
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Akira was fixing some herbal tea. She figured it would help her sisters pain. She walked over to Sulia's bed and offered her the cup. "Here ya go Aquirt. This should make you feel better in know time." She nelt beside her bed and offered the cup again. Her sister made no move to take it. Her breathing was very shallow. "Sulia?" akira's voice was begining to shake. She looked into her sisters eyes. What she saw made her drop the cup. Her eyes were bright and cloudy. She was at deaths door. "Sulia!" She cried. She grabbed her sisters hand tightly. "Please Sulia please." She begged.

Her sister gripped her hand. "You knew all along. I know you did. You never could fool me." Her voice was faint and fading.

"No don't talk like that. You'll get better. You will." Tears were now streaming down Akira's face.

"We both know thats a lie." She took a rasping breath. Every word she spoke cost her a great effort. "Promise me something Akira."

Akira knew er sisters time had come. "What?"

"Promise me that you'll stop this disease before it takes more lives." She muttered. Her eyes glazed. "Promise me."

Akira gripped her sisters hand so tightly she could her sisters bones creak. "I promise." Sulia suddenly shuddered. Her musslestight. She gripped Akira's hand with equil force.

"Thank you. Akira you were and always will be my best friend along with my only sister. And I love you with all my heart. Don't forget me ok." She tried to smile. Her eyes became more glazed. "And don't forget...you...pro...mis..ed." Her eyes became blank and unseeing. Her grip slackened.

Akira sat beside her sisters bed. Tears were streaming like rain from her eyes. But her pain was far beyond tears. "Sulia." She begged her voice quavering. "Sulia don't die on me. Please." There was no answer. "Sulia." Akira buried her face in the blanckets. She was crying hard. At last she stood up and said, "I swear on my life that I will not fail. I will find a cure to this disease even if it means losing my life. I swear it Sulia. I swear it." She buried her sister under her favorite tree then packed everything she would need realesed her Flygon and left. "I will not fail." She repeated. "And I will not return until I fulfill my promise. I swear it on my life Sulia. I swear it on my life."
 
Kristen awoke the next morning to have the sun in her eyes from her window which faced east. kristen quickly put a hand up to her eyes to shield them. She got up and then stretched for a few moments. She quickly got out of bed and got dressed. She then picked up her back pack which contained her pokemon which sat on a golden chair on the side of her bed. She also picked up the Twisted Spoon. She put it on her back and walked out of her room. She came to a hall. She walked down the hall. Right before the last door at the end of the hall which led outside, Kristen looked at a door leading off to her left. She could hear coughing coming from it. It was the room her brother and sister were in.

Kristen almost broke down sobbing as painful emotions surfaced inside her. She was very sad about their infection and also mad at the disease. Kristen knew she shouldn't be just standing around now of all times. She opened the door beside her and stepped outside. Her bike was parked in the driveway of her home in Viridian City. She lived on the outskirts of town. As she hopped onto her bicycle and took off down the road towards the Viridian Forest.
 
I hovered atop Flygon for a moment, when I realised I had no particular destination in mind. I had to either figure out a way to get into Space, or get Deoxys to come down. Well, a way to get him to come down, I decided, was to awaken it's worse enemy, Rayquaza. And to do that, I had to awaken Kyogre or Groudon. My mission decided, I ordered Flygon into a spiraling decent into the clouds below, into Mt. Prye.

Once I landed, I looked around, finding the alter holding the orbs. i heard a yell behind me as the old man and woman came after me, and i plucked the Red Orb from it's shrine, hopped onto Flygon, and sped into the air. I could sence the Red Orb's power, and I hoped that there wouldn't be anyone that knew what I had chosen to do...
 
Nic walked over.
-I need a boat urgently. Please, I have to rent a boat.

The man thought about it, for an unnaturally long time, it seemed. Nic tried to anylise his features, but his face was hidden in the shadows. At last, the man spoke.

The boat was really too expensive. But, what did money matter now? He was going to die anyway. The boat was a pathetic excuse for a craft. The only good thing about it was that it wasn't leaking. No motor, no shade, just pushing off with oars under the blistering sun.
He begun to wish that the weather would change. His fever seemed to be getting worse- he needed a cure, soon.
The small ocean town didn't seem to be any closer.

The clouds that crossed the sky provided slight relief. Very soon, it started to drizzle. The rain just got worse and worse. The thunderstorm was bad. Nic was soaked. The boat was really too expensive, for such a lousy piece of work. He paddled on.

Without realising, he fell asleep as the rain pattered on the wooden boards.
 
OOC: Whoa, Flygon_Trainer, you've got a whole lot of legendaries to deal with Lol. Everything is fine, as long as you fit it in the plot somehow without blowing up the planet. I think you could find a better solution in the PM I sent you. Awaking both Groudon and Kyogre could potentially cause massive disaster.

IC: The eyes of George were filled with tears from the streaming air. He pedalled faster and faster wanting to reach Ecruteak as fast as possible. The scenery in front of his eyes was changing rapidly as he was leaving clouds of dust behind the rear wheel of the bicycle. He suddenly braked leaving a long trace on the road. Something weird had attracted his attention. Although he followed the labels very carefully, he should have been in Ecruteak half an hour ago. He couldn't see the labels anymore. Could it be that he had taken the wrong route? Not yet dismounting his bicycle, he looked around. On the two sides of the road there were trees and grass, but nothing was indicating civilization. He looked up searching for smoke in the sky, or at least something that could tell him where he was. There was nothing. Only a few pidgeys flew past with loud sqawking as if they were mad at something. "What?!" George angrily asked a rhetorical question looking as the pidgeys were getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
"Great, I think I'm lost" whispered the boy to himself, and continued along the road. He was planning to go back if there was still nothing after 15 more minutes.
Turn after turn, the road was seeming to lead nowhere, and was becoming narrower and narrower. Just when he was about to prepare to go back, the last turn revealed a tiny little hut hidden among the trees. George had already noticed that the route was getting darker and daker, as the forest's trees grew thicker. They were beginning to enclose the route up to the point where he found himself staring confusedly in the little hut. Seeing no further possibility to continue, George mounted his bicycle again, and was about to cycle back when he was interrupted by a vigorous female voice: "Wait!"
"Huh?" the boy turned around to see who was calling him. An old lady in her sixties was standing impatiently on the door of the hut. She weared a green dress, complemented by a whitish-yellow hat. The hat seemed very ancient due to its countless stiches and its fading colour. Strangely enough, the lady spoke with the voice of a young woman: "Don't be afraid boy, just come in. Are you lost?" she asked soothingly.
George was confused and did not know what to answer. Time was flying fast and the sun was almost beginning to set, so he thought he might be better in the company of the old lady for the evening. "Um ... yeah ... I think so ... " he replied uncertainly.
"It's getting close to dark now, why don't you leave your bicycle in my garden, and come inside?" the lady proposed still not making a step outside the safe boundaries of the door.
"Okay ... I will just stay for the evening, however. I am not going to stay during the night, I have a long way to go." he said reluctantly as he was leaving his bicycle in the garden.
"No problem, my dear, just rest, and you can go whenever you want to" the old lady grinned and disappeared inside the hut.
George sighed and stepped inside. She could have some information about what he was looking for, he thought full of hope.
 
OOC: that's the point. We've got to bring the charecters together soon, or this RP will die, and kyogre or groudon awakening and causing chaos will do the job.

IC: It was a long flight, I had to admit that much. And it was getting late. I had to stop soon. I knew that there was not time for adventuring tonight. Flygon gave a loud yawn, as she spiraled down, landing at Lilycove, on the top of the department store. I returned Flygon to it's pokeball, and settled down to rest for the night. Above, in space, beyond human technology's ability to see, the object of my quest watched me.
 
OOC: It's not the point of this RPG to bring the characters together if you know what I mean. They are searching for something that does not need a union. It is very personal, very private. They have lost a loved person, and they are experiencing a great loss. We don't want so much action in this RPG, we want human feelings and emotions. Would your character expose so many people to danger? Would she risk the live of the ones she's trying to save by finding the cure? It's something worth reflecting over. We have to represent, each one of us, the feelings they cannot get past. We have make a self portrait of the character, and then do what's required. The better you know your character, the more interesting it gets. It may not be like the other RPG's, but that's what I'm trying to create. Do not emphasize on action. Stress more on description, individuality, originality, concept, and themes. That's what a real writer does. By playing this RPG you improve your writing a lot. Don't you want to improve your thinking as well?

IC: George was trying to imagine the hut through the eyes of his little brother. "It is so magical" he would exclaim. Then he would whirl around and explore every tiny bit of the hut until he finds the perfect place to hide. "Find me if you can, George" his voice would sound somewhere from the hut while George would try to pretend he doesn't know where his wee bro was hiding. "I seriously don't know where you are, Ned," George would say with a mischievous note, "and I will definitely give up becase you're so good at hiding. I bet I wouldn't be able to find you even if I searched for a thousand years."
"Young lad, now tell me what are you staring at?" the kind voice of the old lady tore the melancholic dream to pieces. His blank gaze was fixed into the wall and had not moved since he entered. He had just frozen still when he'd imagined that his brother was still alive.
"A thousand years," he thought, "how right am I to think that I will find you never again, Ned? Is that what you'd congratulate me for? For being pessimistic?" he smiled bitterly.
"I'm sorry, young man, can I help you with anything?" the lady was beginning to worry. There was something strange about this boy - the way he looked, the way he acted, the way he spoke.
"No, everything's okay. I just ... was too ... busy looking around your wonderful hut, that's all." George muttered as he couldn't think of a better excuse. "You've arranged the hut perfectly" he quickly added making it sound more trustworthy.
"Thank you" gratefully replied the old lady. "My name is Evelin. Come and sit by the table. I've made some pancakes just before you arrived. You can have some if you want."
"No, thanks, I'm not hungry right now," George lied. He was ashamed of what he was doing but he really did not want to be involved in a sweet conversation and forget the questions he had to ask. "Do you know anything about a legendary Pokemon, named Suicune?" George decided that it's time to get straight to business.
"Ah ... Suicune ..." the old lady whispered with a strange gleam in her eyes.
 
Nic woke up.
The boat felt unnaturally soft. He sat up in the bed.
Where did the bed come from?

He was no longer in the boat. He was in a room. Alone.

Someone came in.

Nic was no longer in the room. The curtains fluttered through the wooden windows, framing the ocean glittering in the sunlight.

So...bright.... and the last time he saw it, it was such a dismal, gloomy place. The weather changed so abruptly.

He couldn't risk anyone's life. This settlement was isolated, no one came here. He heard that this was one of the last places not infected.

All his belongings were with him. And his boat?

Amid the glittering waves, there was a dark, boat-shaped thing. Broken in two.

-I'm very sorry... but I have to clear out the disease...

Hopefully, the only affected area was that house. They were all isolated.

He lit a match and dropped it on the bed. Then, he took out his Skarmory.
It shouldn't be too far to the ruins. Short enough to fly there.
 
Akira's eyes closed. Flygon slowed to make shere she wouldn't fall. He was used to her sleeping whilst flying. She dreamed about Sulia and about the disease. She saw Ho-oh fly over to her and something landed in front of her before he vanished. Akira opened her eyes and began to search in her backpack. She found the Rainbow Wing as it was called. it had been a gift from Ho-oh that she had recieved so long ago. That was it. Who else could cure this disease? Ho-oh! "Then I'll find Ho-oh. And put an end to this once and for all." They flew on.
 
Kai walked... Somewhere Aimlessly. "Where Am I? I'm so lost" He muttered sitting down. I hate this Stupid disease, And I have No CLUE where I am" He said to himself angrily. "Could This get ANY worse" Kai Stood up, And looked to his left. Standing there was Three Bandits with knives "Oh great..."
 
Kristen was soon in the Viridian forest. It then struck her that she had no idea where to find Mew. "Where can I find Mew?" she said to herself as she rode her bike through the twists of turns of the maze-like forest. After a few hours, she came out of the forest and into Pewter City. Then Kristen had an idea. She had heard of a cave just by Cerulean. She'd head for there, she decided.

She rode through Pewter City slowly while re-living memories of her brother and sisters. Now she couldn't help but be a little sad for the passing of her littlest sister... Kristen sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks. She sped up through Pewter City so no one would notice she was crying...
 
The waters below were in turmoil. It was too dangerous to land now. Nic had to make sure he would not fall off.
At least it was no longer raining. He begun to wish that he had taken some food.
When was the last time he had food?

He managed to find some emergency rations in one of his many pockets. This could count as an emergency, so he ate it, sharing some of it with his Skarmory.

The rushing waters seemed endless. If they fell, it would be too easy to drown. Even if they didn't drown, the rocks... he didn't want to end up as mangled fragments on a rock. But Skarmory was getting tired.

Another Pokeball. Scyther.

Nic let the Pokeball fall to the ocean. It opened to release a large, green bug. Although it would not have as much stamina as Skarmory, it was enough to give Skarmory time to rest. Nic fell backwards, landing on Scyther as Skarmory returned to the Pokeball.

Closer to the water, he could see beneath the surface. Then, he saw the small ring of rocks. They could rest there.
 
Akira was jerked out of dream world by a vilant strike of lightning and a load crack of thunder. "Great." She muttered. "Theres a storm rolling in. Bteer fly lower." She tapped her Flygon and they started to fly lower. She could see a lake below. Not where she wanted to be with lightning striking so close. "Look theres some trees over there. We can take shelter." They moved closer but a sudden unexpected gust of wind caught them off guard and through Flygon off balance. Akira slipped and fell into the lake. She came back up coughing. "Just what I wanted." She grumbled as the rain started. "To go swiming in the rain." She climbed out of the water and called Flygon. "No point in flying any more." She said as the wind picked up. "To dangerous." She recalled Flygon and moved into the shelter of the trees. Evntaully she found a small cave and went inside to rest.
 
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