Pokemon Evolution

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occ: Man, I'm so late! -_- And I'm sorry that my post sucks, but it's like 12 p.m. here.

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Sora found her way past everyone in the building and quietly slipped through the door. She sighed in relief. "It's great to be out of there..." she carefully scanned the streets for anyone. "Well looks like the coast is clear!" She smirked to herself as she walked off. Sora looked around again, and after spotting no one she decided to test something out. Sora turned her head slightly to see her shadow trailing after her.

She gave her shadow a high pitched whistle, and a small black form began to rise up from it. As it floated towards her, it began to take the shape of a fox. "Well it looks like I can finally call you out for good!" she smiled down at the little black fox, and as she bent down closer, she heard something nearby. suddenly the fox dissapeared into her shadow again. She watched silently as several people walked by. "Oh... It's just some of those kids I see all the institution sometimes... I guess their headed to school" she sighed and turned the other way.
 
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OOC: ****, I'm late. Sorry about the late post. It's a good thing that I have a lot of time to spare on my hands this week, so I should be posting frequently.

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The Institute was helpful, in principle.

It was formed by Professor Charlmagne to help those who posses a certain special power learn how to control it, and also to give a home to those with the power who needed a place to stay. It was like this, because most people who had the power had lost their parents or guardians, and needed a place to live. Professor Charlmagne was truely a very good person to have begun this Institute, for he was extremely smart, possessing all the qualities that a fully grown Mewtwo had. Also, he was quite a nice person. The only thing that ruined the Institute was the fact that it greatly distinguished the people who had powersfrom normal people, and people like me wanted to mingle with the normal people like we were one of them.

Dream on, Yorishio, dream on...

Slinging my bckpack over my shoulder, I opened the door of the bedroom I shared with three others, and walkde out into a small hallway. I kept on looking around me, as if there was something wrong. Something didn't feel quite right, but I put the thought out of my mind as I walked down the stairs, into the Living Room, where several others were already awake, and getting ready for school. I waved a quick wave at everyone, and then made my way into the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
 
After taking hold of the offered appendage, he pulled himself onto his feet with a resigned look 'pon his face, ".. So am I." In truth, anyone's sarcasm reader would be going off about now, atleast anywhere within a twenty-five mile radius; the Professor once more mentally tapped at him, chuckling in earnest, Come now, Shuuei. The Institution would never be the same without you around. "You're right; it wouldn't," he conceded aloud. Then.. it donned on him, he HAD said it aloud! A slight stretch of the eye and he peered at the one known as.. Argent? That was his name, he had been sure of it. "Uh.. You probably think I'm crazy, don't you?"

He had hoped that noone noticed him speak, but.. he had been positive they did so and, well, frowned upon him for it. "I.. Heh.. Well, good morning, Argent," slightly waving, he moved to a seat near the middle of the bus; his bookbag being slung over his lap. Worried, he busied himself at chewing at his freshly manicured nails; two inches in length and painted a light, unwaivering green, "Despite the obvious morning I've had, how has yours been?"
 
The tap on my shoudler was unexpected, and I spun around with a hiss, my abnormally pointed canines bared.

Seeing Nathan made me relax slightly. I brushed a tear from my cheek hastilly. "Yeah." I said easilly, thinking about her last moments in my head. "Yeah... I'm fine."

I wasn't really, but that didn't matter. I hadn't cried to anyone about her in years and years. I wasn't about to start now. My cheeks were hot as I looked at him. I hadn't meant for anyone to catch me at it. In fact, I was almost... annoyed at Z's persistance. Annoyed, but....

Was I allowed to hope anymore?
 
"If you're sure," I said dubiously, again, taken aback by her reaction. I could sense the rudiments of her emotions, felt the air currents change as she tensed up. She obviously wasn't, but I wouldn't press her. That was her own to tell, not for me to winkle out of her. I fell in beside her and said softly, "Let's walk."

Suddenly, it happened. It wasn't that I hated my telepathy, more that I hated my lack of control over it. It was one thing that seemed to elude me, the necessary focus. The Professor said that I skipped around to much, his exact phrase was, "like a leaf in an updraft." It was infuriating, to know I COULD control this but to be entirely unable too. It always seemed to happen at the most inopportune moments. Moments like now.


...just wish she would stop screaming... I had no idea what the thought meant, though the thinker was obvious. With it, though, came a crushing wave of emotional pain. It sent me stumbling into a tree. I knocked my head against a low branch and lost conciousness altogether.
 
I gasped and ran to his side. "What the-?"

I was frantic. What was I supposed to do? What happened to him? I threw my backpack to the ground and pulled out a waterbottle, dousing my hands in water and running my cool fingers through his hair and over his face.

"Nathan," I pleaded softly. "Nathan, wake up..." I shook his shoulder a little, scared out of my wits. "Nathan, please... Please wake up..."
 
I blinked a few times, finding myself groggy as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I snuck a hand back and began gingerly rubbing the rapidly forming bump where I had knocked my head. Pulling my fingers away, I saw they were stained crimson. I stuck them in my mouth, sucking the blood off, then wiped them on my jeans as I softly muttered, "****." I blinked again and looked up at Ashitaka. With a strained smile, I said, "I'm all right, okay? Just tripped. I just tripped..."

It was a feeble excuse at best. I was perhaps the least clumsy of people at the Academy. With what I did for fun, sure footing was a prerequisite. My morph-heightened senses provided me with a better sense of balance than any human, and an Espeon's reflexes and agility were natural. I didn't "just trip."
 
I stared openly at his crimson stained fingers. Growling a little, I pulled him to his feet, easilly slipping underneath his arm, letting him use me for support. "I've seen the way you throw yourself around the Institution. You never trip."

I didn't say anything else. I had no idea what made him collapse like that. Okay, I had an inkling, but I was never one to judge. Instead, I just looked him over again. "I'm taking you back to the Hospital ward. You need to get some actual help. I can only do so much, and that's with the proper tools and cleaning agents..."
 
By the time Leanna had finally reached the top of the stairs, always being the last one out due to her slow and patient ways, she noticed that nearly everyone had already left.

"Oh dear." Leanna said cupping her cheek with her palm, her elbow resting in her other hand as she contemplated on what to do now "Well, I suppose I should be glad I don't have a first period, but I didn't even get to say good morning to anyone." She didn't sound disappointed, and her expression was of mirth and slight embarrassment at herself.

She was always very polite, and the fact that she hadn't the chance to even say good morning would've eaten away at her. Er- that is, if she knew the others would probably care less. Dragging her fingers through her hair, she took her time as she descended the stairs, slow and steady wins the race...or, in this case, maybe not. But Leanna was not to be troubled by this fact as she collected her things at her own pace. She wouldn't make it to second period at this pace if she ate breakfast, so she abandoned that prospect and placed her textbooks, pencils, pens, and her binder into her cobalt blue sidebag, the cream colored strap hanging lifelessly against the counter seat.

OOC: Will be Continued after dinner
 
"No," I insisted stubbornly. "I told Andrea I'd see him first period." Regaining more of my senses, I gently slipped my arm from her and tore a strip of cloth from the hem of my shirt. I deftly wound it around my head several times and tied it just to the left of the injury. I jumped up and down several times, shook each of my limps a few times and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. No way I'm missing the jam today."

With that, I looked down into Ashitaka's eyes and said, "Are you sure you're all right. You seemed pretty upset... Okay, you ARE pretty upset. You don't have to tell me anything, but... Well, you can trust me if you want to. Just find me, whenever you want."
 
I merely looked at him for another few moments. "I- I just have a few things on my mind..."

I didn't know if I wanted to tell him... After all... Some things were just better left alone, right? I guess I didn't really know, but I'd always thought so. I gave him a soft smile, almost forcing it, trying to make myself feel a little better as well.

No such luck.

"And besides, I'm worried about you," I added. "I'm at least going to make sure you get to your first hour class..."
 
OOC: I know I haven't been accepted yet, but if I wait any longer I'm going to get lost, so I'll just make a post and edit anything later if need be, XD

IC: Darkness. The forest around me had been consumed by darkness, the violent sounds of gun shots, and loud, blood churning screams echoing throughout my mind. I collapsed to the ground with a thud out of shock, and everything suddenly went extremely bright.

"Beep... Beep... Beep!" The sound of my alarm clock echoed throughout my room as I got up off the ground, which I apparently rolled off the bed and landed upon. As I glanced down at my bed, I found all of my sheets and pillows in ever which direction, an obvious sign that I had an awful nightmare during my rest. My night was, once again, nearly restless, due to the tremendous burning, painful sensation being given off by my scar.

I pointed my finger at the alarm clock, and the gem on my forehead began to glow as a small spark of electricity travelled down my arm and off my finger. The bolt than jumped to the clock, shutting it off. I was aware that I was late, and I made haste to get through my morning routine.

After all of my usual tasks were completed, I grabbed my average, black bag and ran outside. Of course, I had a source of transportation just for this situation: my navy blue bike. As I began peddling towards the school, the breeze blew through my hair, leaving the gem on my forehead entirely exposed. Of course, I got the odd glance from the humans I passed, but I had learned to ignore it, along with the comments I overheard about what gender I looked like. Honestly, I was male, but people called my names and bullied me because I looked somewhat feminine.

Speaking of bullies, I was suddenly stopped halfway to school, in front of your average convenience store. "Aw, look who it is, it's the girly boy!"

"Lay off, Ryan." I muttered in responce. Ryan was a student at my high school, and he and his little gang found me easy prey. I mean, who wouldn't? I didn't really put up a fight. How could I without revealing my identity? Also, I wasn't physically strong, so if I was to fight back in that manor I'd be squashed further.

"Aww, is the girly boy afraid?" the huge brute chuckled as he picked up a long, thick stick and hit me with it on the side. The blow was powerful enough to knock me off the bike and onto the ground. Ryan's group just laughed hysterically at me. This wasn't the best way to start the morning.
 
"I gathered as much," I said though not nearly as dryly as I normally would have. I suppose I almost pitied her lack of friends, though as I had just seen, it was more than simple asocial tendencies. I was... intrigued, for lack of a better word. Intrigued, and wanting to help. With a soft smile, I said, And thanks, by the by. I do appreciate your help, and it's been a nice morning. I'm glad to have met you."
 
I smiled back, genuinly this time. Taking the opportunity to keep walking to the school, I looked down at my tennis-shoe covered feet. "It's nice to have gotten the chance to talk to you," I said slowly, unused to the actual caring in my heart.

"It's nice to actually have someone to talk with. I don't mean to scare people, Nathan. Really I don't... I just... People that get close to me don't last... I hurt them... They get hurt by others... They die..."
 
I reached around and gave her a gentle hug. To this, I added, "You've done nothing to hurt me, for one. Two, I grew up taking care of myself in a more than rough neighborhood. Don't worry about me, okay? I'll be just fine." I looked up through the treetops and slipped my sunglasses down my nose. I smiled broader, hearing a strain of birdsong. I looked over and said to her, "So don't worry for today, all right? It's a beautiful day, go and enjoy it. If you want, we can go out for lunch. I'll buy."
 
Sora ran off until she reached the end of the block. She rounded the corner and sat down. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them to see a strange glowing black figure staring at her. The fox's bright green eyes stared unmovingly up at her, and his tounge lolled about as he panted.

"Oh, hey little guy..." She whispered as she scratched his ear. She picked him up and got to her feet. "I suppose we should go to school huh?" she asked smiling at him. he gave her a joyful growl as an answer. "Yea, why not just hang out somewhere instead?" she started to walk down the street then thought for a moment.

"Hey! You don't have a name do you?" "Nope! But whataya say you name me?" Sora flinched for a moment. "You... you can talk?!" The fox nodded. "I'm telepathic silly! I can talk to anyone I want". Sora relaxed a bit and nodded. "Well then... I guess I'll call you Roxas." She smiled again at the thought. "Yeah, I think It suits you."
 
After helping Shuuei up, Argent tilted his head slightly as he heard the other boy speak. Permitting himself a half-smile, the Umbreon mutant replied to Shuuei's first question in a murmur. "Not really. The Professor's done that enough for me to get used to it." Though it was not confirmed, Argent seemed confident enough that he had derived the correct conclusion from the Milotic mutant's actions as they related to the Professor's telepathic communication.

Returning to his seat, Argent raised his voice to a more customary tone as he continued, "As to my morning, it's been pretty much like every morning. Almost late for school, but never quite there." Argent paused, noting Shuuei's rather nervous demeanor. Attempting to reassure the Milotic morph, he added, "Your name's Shuuei, right? We don't talk much back at the Institution, but I still see you around now and then."
 
His offer and hug caught me slightly off gaurd. I looked him over for a moment, my crimson eyes searching. I didn't know exactly what he wanted of me...

Maybe he didn't want anything.

I smiled softly, for once relaxing under someone's touch instead of tensing under it. "I'd like that, Nathan, but I can pay for my own meal," I said lightly, my smile fully reaching my eyes. "It's been years since I've eaten lunch with anyone."
 
I laughed and asked, "Now what kind of a host would I be if I didn't pay for you?" I looked down into her eyes, my own still uncovered for the moment. I added, "Call it a gift, if you must, but I WILL pay for you. And hey, I'm gonna be jamming with the other Ninjas this afternoon if you wanna drop by." The Ninjas were my parkour crew, we'd been planning this for a while with a few other local crews. I laughed and added, "Or not. It's your choice, just don't stay inside today, huh?"

I pushed my shades back up, covering my lavender eyes once more and straightened my jacket. Looking at my watch, I almost cursed again and said, "Hey, we need to get to school soon. You wanna run it?"
 
I laughed a lilttle and dug my heels in to the ground for a brief moment. Rising up on to my toes, I shouted "GO!"

As soon as I shouted, I tore off, running as though hell were on my heels. Things blurred around my slightly as I took the path as fast as I could. Perhaps too fast, but I didn't care what passerby thought of me right then. All that mattered was that little bit of freedom I got from the wind rushing thorugh my hair.
 
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