Mocky The Lucario
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Mocky The Lucario
Soft Hearted Lucario
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- Solaceon Town
- Seen Aug 19, 2009
"none of them looks good to me"said Mocky
Mocky The Lucario
Soft Hearted Lucario
- 13
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- Solaceon Town
- Seen Aug 19, 2009
n...no im planning to read this why sabotage it
Charzeon
Pedigree Breeder
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To Mocky the Locario- I have read all of what you and Charchic have discussed. It is seems that the root of the problem has been dealt with and anything else being said about this topic is irrelevant and there for spamming. In fact, expect for Pinkpanther's comment on her profile, this whole page is nothing but spam. If you do not stop now then I will report you to a Mod. Do not respond to this expect through a PM to me. Otherwise I will consider it Spam.
Anyways, now for some good news:
The RP will start in 12 hours (11:20 Eastern Time). The start will be an expantion of this post so check back to see if it has (I might put it up a bit earlier). Any comment after this should be put in the OOC thread if it is up by then. In any case do not post any OOC comments from here on out. I hope everyone has fun with this RP and enjoys themselves. Those with reservations must either send me their SUs through PM or in the OOC thread (if its up) in the next 24 hours, else their spot will be given up.
Anyways, now for some good news:
The RP will start in 12 hours (11:20 Eastern Time). The start will be an expantion of this post so check back to see if it has (I might put it up a bit earlier). Any comment after this should be put in the OOC thread if it is up by then. In any case do not post any OOC comments from here on out. I hope everyone has fun with this RP and enjoys themselves. Those with reservations must either send me their SUs through PM or in the OOC thread (if its up) in the next 24 hours, else their spot will be given up.
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Thanks Charzeon, right I can relax now. All the sign-ups are ready and the RP, just as Charzeon stated, will begin in 12 hours. A OOC thread will be created A.S.A.P and a Moderator has been PMed in regards to changing the topic title.
Please remember to keep this thread clean of SPAM as Charzeon and I wish to make this a great RP and spam completely ruins the standard and the reputation, any questions, feel free to PM Charzeon or I.
Remember to read all of the first posts and prepare for the great adventure that will begin, in 12 hours time. Thanks for reading.
Please remember to keep this thread clean of SPAM as Charzeon and I wish to make this a great RP and spam completely ruins the standard and the reputation, any questions, feel free to PM Charzeon or I.
Remember to read all of the first posts and prepare for the great adventure that will begin, in 12 hours time. Thanks for reading.
Charzeon
Pedigree Breeder
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Chapter 1- The Secret Faction
War.
That had been all that the world had known for over 30 years. Ever since the prediction by a very gifted psyche and her Soulmon, all arms have been raised. Any and all factions have either fought, melted into other factions or were completely destroyed. Countries didn't even really exist any more, their lines and boundaries constantly changing.
The only areas that, usually, stayed the same in any country were the Safe Zones. These areas, which had been preserved so that the human race could continue, were made sure to stay where they where. The SZs were made by people who, early on in the war, realized that if they continued their rate of killing then everyone would die quite quickly. So, in order to both protect then and prepare soldiers for all of the factions, the SZs had been constructed and declared neutral areas. For, indeed, if you attacked a SZ then you maybe killing off future soldiers for your army.
Oxfield may not have been the first SZ constructed, but it was one of them. Even if it wasn't the first, it was defiantly the most powerful and influential of all the SZs. So many people lived in Oxfield, most of them soldiers preparing for battle. The young and the old were kept separate and were often looked down upon for their uselessness.
Or, at least it was for those training for battle. They raise their heads high and look with pity, hatred or contentment for those that couldn't fight. They thought themselves better, for they were about to enter a glorious war and they would bring their faction victory. They did not think about how they were/would be like the young and the old in their own time. That is, if they didn't die first. But no one thought about death. The trainers made sure of that. They wanted their soldiers to be fearless, to run into a gas chamber if it meant honour or victory.
'And that's how it should be,' was the last thing Sera Vritra mused before swinging her red bladed broadsword in a wide arc and slashed it down upon a stuff dummy, splitting it in half.
"Whoa, someone's angry," Saraph, Sera's Charizard Soulmon, commented with a grin.
"I'm not angry," Sera grunted, swinging her sword sideways at another dummy and cutting its head off.
"Could have fooled me," Saraph said with a chuckle.
Sera grunted and continued with her early morning training. For a while there was silence between. Then Saraph asked, "So what where you thinking about before?"
Sera didn't want to reveal all that she had been thinking, and Saraph knew that she wouldn't. Despite their closeness, Sera mostly kept to herself. Still he usually got more out of her then anyone else did.
"My parents…" Sera said. It wasn't a lie; thinking about her parents had lead to her mental musing.
"You mean our parents," Saraph said, "they gave birth to me just as much as you. But still…I know that hasn't been the easiest thing in the world for you."
Sera didn't say anything, hacking and slashing at few other dummies. It hadn't been that long ago, three weeks to a month, which she had gotten word of her parents dying. Since then, her usual cold and mistrusting attitude has just gotten worse. The only thing she had that to remind herself of her parents was the broadsword that she held in her hands right then. Some how, it had come out unscratched. Indeed many captains and generals were scratching their heads, wondering how the sword had not been destroyed when the bombshell dropped.
But Sera knew that the sword was different. It had been in her family for many generations and has been used in many battles and war beside the one that was being held now. Her father often said that it was very hard, if not impossible, for the sword to be destroyed. Apparently, he had been right.
"Look, I'll get over it soon enough," Sera said. "After all, the trainers will not like it if I'm distracted."
"Our parents died, how could they expect us not to be distracted?" Saraph grunted.
"A lot of people die in war," Sera replied. "Our parents are but a very small amount of the death. We have to get used to it."
Saraph's eyes widen and he opened his mouth to say something when a soldier with a Houndoom Soulmon started to walk towards them. Sera also stopped her training and, turning to face the soldier, she hooked the sword to her back. The two saluted before the soldiers said, "I have a massage for you from General Mc Murfree."
Sera and Saraph looked at each other, wondering what the massage would be. The soldier reached into his shirt and took out a sealed envelope and handed it to Sera.
"Go to the room written on that letter," The soldier said. "You must report there ASAP."
"Understood," Sera said, and they saluted to each other before the soldier walked away, his Soulmon right behind him. Sera quickly opened the letter and read it's contents.
Dear Sera & Saraph,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
"What do you suppose the 'special mission' is?" Saraph asked.
"I don't know," Sera said as she put the letter into her pocket. "But the soldier told us to report to the room ASAP. I suggest we do that."
That being said, Sera and her Soulmon walked away from the training ground. Both of them wondering what the head master himself wanted with both of them. Little did they know that other kids were getting letters very similar to their's.
War.
That had been all that the world had known for over 30 years. Ever since the prediction by a very gifted psyche and her Soulmon, all arms have been raised. Any and all factions have either fought, melted into other factions or were completely destroyed. Countries didn't even really exist any more, their lines and boundaries constantly changing.
The only areas that, usually, stayed the same in any country were the Safe Zones. These areas, which had been preserved so that the human race could continue, were made sure to stay where they where. The SZs were made by people who, early on in the war, realized that if they continued their rate of killing then everyone would die quite quickly. So, in order to both protect then and prepare soldiers for all of the factions, the SZs had been constructed and declared neutral areas. For, indeed, if you attacked a SZ then you maybe killing off future soldiers for your army.
Oxfield may not have been the first SZ constructed, but it was one of them. Even if it wasn't the first, it was defiantly the most powerful and influential of all the SZs. So many people lived in Oxfield, most of them soldiers preparing for battle. The young and the old were kept separate and were often looked down upon for their uselessness.
Or, at least it was for those training for battle. They raise their heads high and look with pity, hatred or contentment for those that couldn't fight. They thought themselves better, for they were about to enter a glorious war and they would bring their faction victory. They did not think about how they were/would be like the young and the old in their own time. That is, if they didn't die first. But no one thought about death. The trainers made sure of that. They wanted their soldiers to be fearless, to run into a gas chamber if it meant honour or victory.
'And that's how it should be,' was the last thing Sera Vritra mused before swinging her red bladed broadsword in a wide arc and slashed it down upon a stuff dummy, splitting it in half.
"Whoa, someone's angry," Saraph, Sera's Charizard Soulmon, commented with a grin.
"I'm not angry," Sera grunted, swinging her sword sideways at another dummy and cutting its head off.
"Could have fooled me," Saraph said with a chuckle.
Sera grunted and continued with her early morning training. For a while there was silence between. Then Saraph asked, "So what where you thinking about before?"
Sera didn't want to reveal all that she had been thinking, and Saraph knew that she wouldn't. Despite their closeness, Sera mostly kept to herself. Still he usually got more out of her then anyone else did.
"My parents…" Sera said. It wasn't a lie; thinking about her parents had lead to her mental musing.
"You mean our parents," Saraph said, "they gave birth to me just as much as you. But still…I know that hasn't been the easiest thing in the world for you."
Sera didn't say anything, hacking and slashing at few other dummies. It hadn't been that long ago, three weeks to a month, which she had gotten word of her parents dying. Since then, her usual cold and mistrusting attitude has just gotten worse. The only thing she had that to remind herself of her parents was the broadsword that she held in her hands right then. Some how, it had come out unscratched. Indeed many captains and generals were scratching their heads, wondering how the sword had not been destroyed when the bombshell dropped.
But Sera knew that the sword was different. It had been in her family for many generations and has been used in many battles and war beside the one that was being held now. Her father often said that it was very hard, if not impossible, for the sword to be destroyed. Apparently, he had been right.
"Look, I'll get over it soon enough," Sera said. "After all, the trainers will not like it if I'm distracted."
"Our parents died, how could they expect us not to be distracted?" Saraph grunted.
"A lot of people die in war," Sera replied. "Our parents are but a very small amount of the death. We have to get used to it."
Saraph's eyes widen and he opened his mouth to say something when a soldier with a Houndoom Soulmon started to walk towards them. Sera also stopped her training and, turning to face the soldier, she hooked the sword to her back. The two saluted before the soldiers said, "I have a massage for you from General Mc Murfree."
Sera and Saraph looked at each other, wondering what the massage would be. The soldier reached into his shirt and took out a sealed envelope and handed it to Sera.
"Go to the room written on that letter," The soldier said. "You must report there ASAP."
"Understood," Sera said, and they saluted to each other before the soldier walked away, his Soulmon right behind him. Sera quickly opened the letter and read it's contents.
Dear Sera & Saraph,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
"What do you suppose the 'special mission' is?" Saraph asked.
"I don't know," Sera said as she put the letter into her pocket. "But the soldier told us to report to the room ASAP. I suggest we do that."
That being said, Sera and her Soulmon walked away from the training ground. Both of them wondering what the head master himself wanted with both of them. Little did they know that other kids were getting letters very similar to their's.
Chapter One
The Secret Faction
As Michael lay down in his soft dormatory bed, a whisper was heard in his ear, "Wake up...I said wake up! Come on Michael, we'll be late." It called gently, he slowly opened his eyes revealing his bright grass green iris which was now also a weak tint in red, to the left of his bed stood Aliyah, his Soulmon, his sister, "A letter has just arrived for you." She said softly, examining Michael as he rose out of the bed rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands before yawning quietly.
He woke up in his uniform, a white shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, revealing part of his chest and neck and his tanned caramel toned skin, part of a diamond cross could be seen hanging over his neck and a diamond bracelet lay on his right wrist, he wore black urban baggy jeans and white shoes with black soles. He had to be dressed when he slept, to be prepared to help people in case of an emergancy, because that was his role, as a Healer, to always be prepared and always put others before him.
As he slid out of the bed he turned to Aliyah, she had the body of a fox with dark blue feet and ears and the rest of her was a crystal blue shade, her eyes were a bright blue and filled with love and joy, ironic to her icy appearence, but when one looked into her eyes they began to feel safe, and warm, "What is this?" Michael said, watching as Aliyah stood near the door, glancing down at a sealed envelope that had been slid under.
Aliyah grabbed the envelope carefully between her teeth and merrily galloped over to Michael, dropping it infront of his feet, "Open it! Quickly! It must be important! Maybe it is from our grandmother!"
Michael smiled sweetly, he was too tired to speculate, and would rather get it over and done with, he leant down and picked up the sealed envelope, breaking the seal with his fingers then folding it open and pulling out an official looking document, "It says..." Michael said, beginning to read out the information in the letter:
"Dear Michael and Aliyah.
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree."
Aliyah shuddered, it was not often that one would receive a letter from General Mc Murfree and even more so, it was not often that General Mc Murfree recognised anyone like Aliyah and Michael, "What do you suppose this, 'secret mission' is?"
Michael glanced at the letter and folded in half, before sliding it in his jeans pocket, "I don't know, but if we go to the Storage Room, we'll find out! Come on." He said, jumping out of bed.
The Secret Faction
As Michael lay down in his soft dormatory bed, a whisper was heard in his ear, "Wake up...I said wake up! Come on Michael, we'll be late." It called gently, he slowly opened his eyes revealing his bright grass green iris which was now also a weak tint in red, to the left of his bed stood Aliyah, his Soulmon, his sister, "A letter has just arrived for you." She said softly, examining Michael as he rose out of the bed rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands before yawning quietly.
He woke up in his uniform, a white shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, revealing part of his chest and neck and his tanned caramel toned skin, part of a diamond cross could be seen hanging over his neck and a diamond bracelet lay on his right wrist, he wore black urban baggy jeans and white shoes with black soles. He had to be dressed when he slept, to be prepared to help people in case of an emergancy, because that was his role, as a Healer, to always be prepared and always put others before him.
As he slid out of the bed he turned to Aliyah, she had the body of a fox with dark blue feet and ears and the rest of her was a crystal blue shade, her eyes were a bright blue and filled with love and joy, ironic to her icy appearence, but when one looked into her eyes they began to feel safe, and warm, "What is this?" Michael said, watching as Aliyah stood near the door, glancing down at a sealed envelope that had been slid under.
Aliyah grabbed the envelope carefully between her teeth and merrily galloped over to Michael, dropping it infront of his feet, "Open it! Quickly! It must be important! Maybe it is from our grandmother!"
Michael smiled sweetly, he was too tired to speculate, and would rather get it over and done with, he leant down and picked up the sealed envelope, breaking the seal with his fingers then folding it open and pulling out an official looking document, "It says..." Michael said, beginning to read out the information in the letter:
"Dear Michael and Aliyah.
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree."
Aliyah shuddered, it was not often that one would receive a letter from General Mc Murfree and even more so, it was not often that General Mc Murfree recognised anyone like Aliyah and Michael, "What do you suppose this, 'secret mission' is?"
Michael glanced at the letter and folded in half, before sliding it in his jeans pocket, "I don't know, but if we go to the Storage Room, we'll find out! Come on." He said, jumping out of bed.
Hansa
I got Fusion Legend! Do you?
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The current scene was just more proof, of that Marco and Artifabre were made for each other. A boy sat on a backless chair, carving a statue out of wood. He was oddly using scissors. The statue was of a man, who was looking almost finished. Though an oddly shaped part was sitting by the man's feet. The Smeargle Soulmon was standing on a similar chair to Marco's. She was painting on canvas. The image seemed to be similar to Marco's, but the man was smaller than the Soulmon.
Marco started speaking, still focusing on his artwork. "So, yo seem to be finishing?", he asked. "Not at all" Artifabre replied. "I still have to shade and highlight the two figures. The Tyranitar seems a little fat, though..." Artifabre said. Marco took a quick look at her work. "Yes... You could just shade the conture a little more than usual. It should work." Marco advised. Tifa smiled. "Genious, Marco!" she said happily.
Marco started his work on the blotch at the bottom of his man. "What species do you thi..." Marco started saying, but was interupted. A soldier with a Houndoom Soulmon came in and held a sealed envelope. "Report to the room ordered in the letter ASAP!" the man commanded. Artifabre smiled to the Soulmon, but it just grunted ignorantly. She didn 't seem to care, however. Marco took his right crafting-glove off, and reached for the envelope. As soon as the letter left his hand, the general left, hasty...
"So, I'll just open it then?" Marco said. "Of course, dummy!" Tifa replied. "OK, here goes." Marco said quickly before opening the letter and read:
The two looked at each other. "Should we go?" Marco said. "Well, the general looked rather hasty. It ought to be an idea." Artifabre said. "You're right" Marco said. "I always am" Tifa replied, and followed Marco up the stairs and outside.
The sun was burning hot and shiny. The light reflected strongly in Marco's yellow T-shirt, though the dark-green shorts calmed the impression down a bit. The two hurried towards the entrance for the main building, so they could take the stairs down to the storage. "Well, this is the first mission in a long time!" Artifabre said joyfully. "Yeah, and it's a special one too" Marco replied as they entered the building. They noticed Sera and Saraph behind them, also. -Company!, they thought...
Marco started speaking, still focusing on his artwork. "So, yo seem to be finishing?", he asked. "Not at all" Artifabre replied. "I still have to shade and highlight the two figures. The Tyranitar seems a little fat, though..." Artifabre said. Marco took a quick look at her work. "Yes... You could just shade the conture a little more than usual. It should work." Marco advised. Tifa smiled. "Genious, Marco!" she said happily.
Marco started his work on the blotch at the bottom of his man. "What species do you thi..." Marco started saying, but was interupted. A soldier with a Houndoom Soulmon came in and held a sealed envelope. "Report to the room ordered in the letter ASAP!" the man commanded. Artifabre smiled to the Soulmon, but it just grunted ignorantly. She didn 't seem to care, however. Marco took his right crafting-glove off, and reached for the envelope. As soon as the letter left his hand, the general left, hasty...
"So, I'll just open it then?" Marco said. "Of course, dummy!" Tifa replied. "OK, here goes." Marco said quickly before opening the letter and read:
The two looked at each other. "Should we go?" Marco said. "Well, the general looked rather hasty. It ought to be an idea." Artifabre said. "You're right" Marco said. "I always am" Tifa replied, and followed Marco up the stairs and outside.
The sun was burning hot and shiny. The light reflected strongly in Marco's yellow T-shirt, though the dark-green shorts calmed the impression down a bit. The two hurried towards the entrance for the main building, so they could take the stairs down to the storage. "Well, this is the first mission in a long time!" Artifabre said joyfully. "Yeah, and it's a special one too" Marco replied as they entered the building. They noticed Sera and Saraph behind them, also. -Company!, they thought...
Neiko Star
Dancing rain
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Chapter 1 - The Secret Faction
Alicia sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning on the trunk of a thick tree. She rested in the shade, letting the shallow breeze cool her off.
I'm impressed. Aili leaped onto a rock, his dark amber gaze focused on her. That was your most complex pattern dance, no? You are in fairly good shape, not being tired after that.
Alicia sighed, closing her eyes. "Dimwit. Only a weakling would be worn out after that amount of exercise."
...is what you say. But most trainees here fall under that category. Are you calling them weaklings?
She shrugged. "I don't have time to see how the others are doing. I'm busy enough with my own training."
Aili licked his shoulder. Have it your way then.
"And what isthat supposed to mean?"
I am simply implying that I will not try to argue with you about your view of what is important and what is not.
"My training is hard enough without me worrying about other people's."
You have completed your basic training already, so couldn't you care more about the skills of your potential comrades?
"I'm nowhere near as strong as I'd like to be. I wouldn't stand a chance against any of the generals."
You say that, but you are very well aware of your own abilities. I doubt there is another trainee here that could match your lightning speed.
"Speed isn't enough to win a fight. You need strength, too."
But surely it doesn't matter how strong you are, if you are unable to hit your opponent?
"I don't need you telling me the rules of a fight."
Aili sighed. Fine. I give up. This conversation is turning out completely pointless. He hopped off the rock and padded away towards the training grounds.
"Hey, you there!"
Alicia turned her head. A soldier in a blue uniform and cap was marching towards her, a Koffing floating after him. He beckoned her with his hand. Rolling her eyes, Alicia went over to him. He handed her a yellowish-white envelope.
"That's a message from General McMurfree," he informed her. She noticed unpleasantly that his breath stank of coffee and that his teeth were yellow and jagged. "You're to report ASAP to the location indicated in that letter." He pointed one gnarly finger at the envelope in her hand. And then, without another word, he walked off.
Low-ranking soldier, Alicia thought, tearing open the envelope. The letter was written in dark green ink and read:
Dear Alicia & Aili,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage room in the basement.
Alicia blinked. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift slowly, searching the area for the kin presence of her Soulmon. His mind came blasting into hers with tremendous force. She tried not to wince as a dull ache pained her head.
We're to report to the storage room. General's orders.
She felt the Umbreon's presence bound back to her. Soon he was at her side, ears flicked in anticipation. Wordlessly, they began the walk back to the living quarters.
Alicia sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning on the trunk of a thick tree. She rested in the shade, letting the shallow breeze cool her off.
I'm impressed. Aili leaped onto a rock, his dark amber gaze focused on her. That was your most complex pattern dance, no? You are in fairly good shape, not being tired after that.
Alicia sighed, closing her eyes. "Dimwit. Only a weakling would be worn out after that amount of exercise."
...is what you say. But most trainees here fall under that category. Are you calling them weaklings?
She shrugged. "I don't have time to see how the others are doing. I'm busy enough with my own training."
Aili licked his shoulder. Have it your way then.
"And what isthat supposed to mean?"
I am simply implying that I will not try to argue with you about your view of what is important and what is not.
"My training is hard enough without me worrying about other people's."
You have completed your basic training already, so couldn't you care more about the skills of your potential comrades?
"I'm nowhere near as strong as I'd like to be. I wouldn't stand a chance against any of the generals."
You say that, but you are very well aware of your own abilities. I doubt there is another trainee here that could match your lightning speed.
"Speed isn't enough to win a fight. You need strength, too."
But surely it doesn't matter how strong you are, if you are unable to hit your opponent?
"I don't need you telling me the rules of a fight."
Aili sighed. Fine. I give up. This conversation is turning out completely pointless. He hopped off the rock and padded away towards the training grounds.
"Hey, you there!"
Alicia turned her head. A soldier in a blue uniform and cap was marching towards her, a Koffing floating after him. He beckoned her with his hand. Rolling her eyes, Alicia went over to him. He handed her a yellowish-white envelope.
"That's a message from General McMurfree," he informed her. She noticed unpleasantly that his breath stank of coffee and that his teeth were yellow and jagged. "You're to report ASAP to the location indicated in that letter." He pointed one gnarly finger at the envelope in her hand. And then, without another word, he walked off.
Low-ranking soldier, Alicia thought, tearing open the envelope. The letter was written in dark green ink and read:
Dear Alicia & Aili,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage room in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General McMurfree.
General McMurfree.
Alicia blinked. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift slowly, searching the area for the kin presence of her Soulmon. His mind came blasting into hers with tremendous force. She tried not to wince as a dull ache pained her head.
We're to report to the storage room. General's orders.
She felt the Umbreon's presence bound back to her. Soon he was at her side, ears flicked in anticipation. Wordlessly, they began the walk back to the living quarters.
The soft music echoed solemnly through the bedroom as Katie played. Raion was curled up sleepily on the bed, listening. He stirred as someone knocked on the door. Leaping lightly to the floor, he padded over and nosed it open.
A general stood at attention just outside. He held an envelope loosely between two fingers. Raion reached up and took it, noticing Katie's obliviousness to the whole exchange. The general nodded and exited, his Soulmon hidden behind the doorway.
He dropped the envelope onto the bedside table and called out softly "Katie... Katie, time to stop." Reluctantly she lowered the instrument.
"What is it Raion?" she asked, putting it away.
"Not sure," he replied, picking up the envelope again and handing it to her. She took it and slit it open.
"Mission orders," Katie stated and read it aloud.
"Dear Katie and Raion,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree"
"Let's go then," muttered Raion, watching her slip the letter into a pocket. Katie agreed and strapped her katana to her back. She followed him out of the room, locking their quarters behind them.
A general stood at attention just outside. He held an envelope loosely between two fingers. Raion reached up and took it, noticing Katie's obliviousness to the whole exchange. The general nodded and exited, his Soulmon hidden behind the doorway.
He dropped the envelope onto the bedside table and called out softly "Katie... Katie, time to stop." Reluctantly she lowered the instrument.
"What is it Raion?" she asked, putting it away.
"Not sure," he replied, picking up the envelope again and handing it to her. She took it and slit it open.
"Mission orders," Katie stated and read it aloud.
"Dear Katie and Raion,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree"
"Let's go then," muttered Raion, watching her slip the letter into a pocket. Katie agreed and strapped her katana to her back. She followed him out of the room, locking their quarters behind them.
Cosmic Tyrant
Ruler of the Cosmos
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THWACK!
A throwing star was expertly tossed at a target, hitting straight in the red circle.
"Bullseyes!" Ice exclaimed as he made a pumping motion with his fist. "I'm becoming very goods with this throwing things!"
Shinobi quietly crept up to him. "You always were good at throwing things at targets." She said unenthusiacticly.
"Well yeah," Ice began to say as he pulled his star from the target, "But those were darts. These are weapons that could kills people. I mean, the basics are the same, but these feel so much coolers." "I can understand how you could get a rush from those things." Shinobi said as she climbed on Ice's bed and looked at his weapons. There were Steel tomahawks, a little slim, but still able to cause major damage. Ice also kept Kunai, which are knives suited for throwing due to their aero-dynamic design. And his newest additions were little metal pieces which were about 2 pounds shaped like cylanders and pointed at the ends, which were called "bullets." "It's like this is a hardcore version of darts or something." "Yeah!" Ice said as he put his star away in a bag with the others and placed the bag near the other weapons. "I gets a tingling feelings whenever I get to holds my throwing weapons!"
He packed all the throwing objects in a small case and shoved it in his closet. "I feel sorrys for the poor sap who crosses me. I'm too goods!" He said with a grin. Shinobi rolled her eyes. She knew Ice was arrogant, and that he always though of himself as excellent. But usually he's a little better than average on most of the things he's done, so it was understandable how Ice could be so cocky. "You'd better keep your arrogance in check," She said waving a claw at him. Or else you'll get surprized!" Ice looked back at her. "You're probably rights, Shinobi." He said with a sigh as he got back up. "But untill that happens we'll never know for sure." Shinobi shook her head in disgust.
There was a knock on the door.
"Comings!" Ice said as he walked towards the door and opened it. "Yes?" He asked the visitor.
The visitor was in a blue uniform. She had spunky red hair done in a radical bun, a few light freckles painted on her face, and had a smudge of dirt on her left cheek. her uniform was also dirty, but the stench was very mild, meaning she had only gotten dirty recently. "This is for you," She started as she handed Ice a yellowish-white envelope. he noticed that the messenger had a Noctowl with her. "I was instructed to give this to you. You're supposed to follow the instructions within that note." She said in a cheerful yet sassy way. "Well, see you later. Bye!" She said as she and her Noctowl sped away. "Uh, thank yous!" Ice said to them as the two went on their way, but was unsure as if they heard him.
Shinobi had heard everything and tried to contain her excitement as Ice walked in their room, but failed miserably. "OMIGOSH!" She said in a manner that was unusual for Shinobi. "What's the envelope for?!" Ice looked at it carefully. "I don't knows..." He started to open it. "I hope it's nothing bads though." Ice tore through the envelope and grabbed the paper. It read:
Dear Ice and Shinobi,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage room in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Murfree.
"Oh boys!" Ice exclaimed as he grabbed Shinobi by her shoulder. "We've been chosen for a special assignments!" Shinobi looked astonished. "Really?!" She asked. "We should get to where we need to be as soon as possible!" She said as she made her way to the door. Ice grabbed a few things just in case he diddn't get a chance to after he went to the storage basement. "Comings!" He said as the two made their way to their destination.
A throwing star was expertly tossed at a target, hitting straight in the red circle.
"Bullseyes!" Ice exclaimed as he made a pumping motion with his fist. "I'm becoming very goods with this throwing things!"
Shinobi quietly crept up to him. "You always were good at throwing things at targets." She said unenthusiacticly.
"Well yeah," Ice began to say as he pulled his star from the target, "But those were darts. These are weapons that could kills people. I mean, the basics are the same, but these feel so much coolers." "I can understand how you could get a rush from those things." Shinobi said as she climbed on Ice's bed and looked at his weapons. There were Steel tomahawks, a little slim, but still able to cause major damage. Ice also kept Kunai, which are knives suited for throwing due to their aero-dynamic design. And his newest additions were little metal pieces which were about 2 pounds shaped like cylanders and pointed at the ends, which were called "bullets." "It's like this is a hardcore version of darts or something." "Yeah!" Ice said as he put his star away in a bag with the others and placed the bag near the other weapons. "I gets a tingling feelings whenever I get to holds my throwing weapons!"
He packed all the throwing objects in a small case and shoved it in his closet. "I feel sorrys for the poor sap who crosses me. I'm too goods!" He said with a grin. Shinobi rolled her eyes. She knew Ice was arrogant, and that he always though of himself as excellent. But usually he's a little better than average on most of the things he's done, so it was understandable how Ice could be so cocky. "You'd better keep your arrogance in check," She said waving a claw at him. Or else you'll get surprized!" Ice looked back at her. "You're probably rights, Shinobi." He said with a sigh as he got back up. "But untill that happens we'll never know for sure." Shinobi shook her head in disgust.
There was a knock on the door.
"Comings!" Ice said as he walked towards the door and opened it. "Yes?" He asked the visitor.
The visitor was in a blue uniform. She had spunky red hair done in a radical bun, a few light freckles painted on her face, and had a smudge of dirt on her left cheek. her uniform was also dirty, but the stench was very mild, meaning she had only gotten dirty recently. "This is for you," She started as she handed Ice a yellowish-white envelope. he noticed that the messenger had a Noctowl with her. "I was instructed to give this to you. You're supposed to follow the instructions within that note." She said in a cheerful yet sassy way. "Well, see you later. Bye!" She said as she and her Noctowl sped away. "Uh, thank yous!" Ice said to them as the two went on their way, but was unsure as if they heard him.
Shinobi had heard everything and tried to contain her excitement as Ice walked in their room, but failed miserably. "OMIGOSH!" She said in a manner that was unusual for Shinobi. "What's the envelope for?!" Ice looked at it carefully. "I don't knows..." He started to open it. "I hope it's nothing bads though." Ice tore through the envelope and grabbed the paper. It read:
Dear Ice and Shinobi,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage room in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Murfree.
"Oh boys!" Ice exclaimed as he grabbed Shinobi by her shoulder. "We've been chosen for a special assignments!" Shinobi looked astonished. "Really?!" She asked. "We should get to where we need to be as soon as possible!" She said as she made her way to the door. Ice grabbed a few things just in case he diddn't get a chance to after he went to the storage basement. "Comings!" He said as the two made their way to their destination.
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Cass
Odd Keystone Queen
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- 15
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- Age 30
- Down the rabbit hole
- Seen Nov 23, 2009
Chapter One
The secret faction
"Doncha' have anything that's less.. oh, I dunno.. retarded?"
This question begot the indecisive trainee a sharp slap at the back of her dye-job head, sending hair falling into her face and a hand to rub at the assaulted spot. The scowl was set accusingly in the direction of her Soulmon, the itsy-bitsy Ditto staring at her as blankly as ever from his favored shoulder position.
"Don't be rude to a higher-ranking officer," Claudes chided, and although no one else in the area could tell by that bland, neutral voice, Sissy was sure he found the entire ordeal hilarious. Sissy rolled her eyes and stepped back from the tables, excusing her own presence to speak privately with the annoying blob of green and purple who apparently thought he was Jiminey Cricket. "Oh, and like you think it's not." Claudes merely stared back, unchanging, but by those twin black dots of eyes that sparkled with unescaped mirth, Sissy knew all too well that the genderless fiend was mocking her in his thoughts.
"Well, you're going to have to pick something." he reasoned uninterestedly, monotone seeping into a bored and depressed state, but only with the smallest hair of a fraction noticed by those who knew him oh-so-well. Which, tallying up those said people in total, equaled a full one person. Sissy really wished sometimes she wasn't that lonely number. "But they're all so.. stupid." she sighed, right hand rubbing roughly at her face in dismay. A man standing near by heard this and his beady eyes narrowed in annoyance at the girl's blatant disregard that she was "smack-talking" every weapon specialist in the entire room, and they could all hear her.
"I know," agreed Claudes, his eyes rolling to show exactly how dumb he thought the situation was in general. "But I don't want to pick none," Sissy thought outloud, scratching at the back of her neck sheepishly, twin gray eyes staring down the weapon choices laid out before her. There were long swords, short swords, daggers, bows, cross-bows, axes, hammers, maces, clubs, long sticks that they called a fighting implement but Sissy knew that what they referred to as a "stalf" was actually just a big twig that you could hit people over the head with. All of them, in her observing gaze, had plenty of flaws or things that would cause failure soon enough should others wise up during battle. For instance, many of these swords whose makers claimed were sharp enough to cut steel didn't realize that if the blade was torn out of it's handle then there was no way to put it back in unless you happened to have a forge handy on you at all times.
Sissy groaned loudly, grabbing the attention of those awaiting her choice with impatient glares. She didn't want to choose, though! What was the point? She didn't like any of these weapons, but if she chose none then she couldn't fight with any in the first place. Hand-to-hand combat was not her specialty. Sitting out of fights was just as impossible for her to deal with, because although watching did get fun it would be moronic to attend a fight without some self-defense.
"Francis Mangrove."
The tall female grimaced and made a gagging face, to which Claudes snickered. Sissy absolutely hated her first name, hated it with a passion, and when she was called by it there was only more incentive to make fun of the perpetrator with pranks and such nonsensical jokery. "Yeah?" she asked, not really sure she wanted an answer, turning, only to find a soldier with his arm outstretched, holding a scrap of paper in it. The guy was a bout a head shorter than Sissy, but this didn't seem to ruffle his feathers, instead making him try to be all the more intimidatingly commanding. "You have been sent a message from the General."
Sissy raised an eyebrow, taking the parchment containing more parchment, no doubt with words on it, "Oh-kay.. wait, which General?" This question was given a dark chuckle from the unknown soldier before he turned and left with a well-polished Cloyster Soulmon in tow, the man dismissivey replying as he departed, "I think you know the one."
Slowly, uncertainly, the trainee's eyes fell back to the letter. Without caring to read the outside address, she tore it open and began to read. Meanwhile, though, Claudes was busying himself with heckling the soldier. He had turned into a miniature replica of the figure in uniform, hands on his hips and mug in a silly expression with the tongue sticking out.
"I think you know the one~" the Ditto imitated, voice exactly as the man's had been. Then, in he next instant, Claudes was back to his original self, jelly arms crossed in mild annoyance at the soldier's attitude. However, when he got no hysterical laughter from Sissy at his antics, Claudes leaned in somewhat to spy what the letter read. He read it but as his eyes went over the sentences Sissy spoke them absently.
"Dear Francis and Claudes,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,"
A pause, where both Soulmon and human glanced at one another, repeating the name in unison, "General McMurfree."
It was a god-send. They wouldn't be forced to stand here and decide which weapon they would sign their life away to. Sissy could jump for joy, she felt, she was so happy to have a way to escape this torturous task. "Well, now, we can't argue with the General's orders, can we?" Sissy grinned, seeing the same feeling of relief wash over Claudes through that glint in his charcoal specks. "Like I said before, it would be rude.."
"It's settled then!" announced Sissy and without any further explanation she quickly sprinted through the doors and down a hall towards the storage room, long legs carrying her as fast as possible away from that particular layer of Hades.
"Free at last, free at last, by God almighty we are FREE at last!" she shouted, arm flailing and waving the letter about. Claudes merely gripped tighter onto the fabric of her shirt, clutching on for dear life, as his foolish biped counter-part bounded for the storage room in a fit of childish glee.
The secret faction
"Doncha' have anything that's less.. oh, I dunno.. retarded?"
This question begot the indecisive trainee a sharp slap at the back of her dye-job head, sending hair falling into her face and a hand to rub at the assaulted spot. The scowl was set accusingly in the direction of her Soulmon, the itsy-bitsy Ditto staring at her as blankly as ever from his favored shoulder position.
"Don't be rude to a higher-ranking officer," Claudes chided, and although no one else in the area could tell by that bland, neutral voice, Sissy was sure he found the entire ordeal hilarious. Sissy rolled her eyes and stepped back from the tables, excusing her own presence to speak privately with the annoying blob of green and purple who apparently thought he was Jiminey Cricket. "Oh, and like you think it's not." Claudes merely stared back, unchanging, but by those twin black dots of eyes that sparkled with unescaped mirth, Sissy knew all too well that the genderless fiend was mocking her in his thoughts.
"Well, you're going to have to pick something." he reasoned uninterestedly, monotone seeping into a bored and depressed state, but only with the smallest hair of a fraction noticed by those who knew him oh-so-well. Which, tallying up those said people in total, equaled a full one person. Sissy really wished sometimes she wasn't that lonely number. "But they're all so.. stupid." she sighed, right hand rubbing roughly at her face in dismay. A man standing near by heard this and his beady eyes narrowed in annoyance at the girl's blatant disregard that she was "smack-talking" every weapon specialist in the entire room, and they could all hear her.
"I know," agreed Claudes, his eyes rolling to show exactly how dumb he thought the situation was in general. "But I don't want to pick none," Sissy thought outloud, scratching at the back of her neck sheepishly, twin gray eyes staring down the weapon choices laid out before her. There were long swords, short swords, daggers, bows, cross-bows, axes, hammers, maces, clubs, long sticks that they called a fighting implement but Sissy knew that what they referred to as a "stalf" was actually just a big twig that you could hit people over the head with. All of them, in her observing gaze, had plenty of flaws or things that would cause failure soon enough should others wise up during battle. For instance, many of these swords whose makers claimed were sharp enough to cut steel didn't realize that if the blade was torn out of it's handle then there was no way to put it back in unless you happened to have a forge handy on you at all times.
Sissy groaned loudly, grabbing the attention of those awaiting her choice with impatient glares. She didn't want to choose, though! What was the point? She didn't like any of these weapons, but if she chose none then she couldn't fight with any in the first place. Hand-to-hand combat was not her specialty. Sitting out of fights was just as impossible for her to deal with, because although watching did get fun it would be moronic to attend a fight without some self-defense.
"Francis Mangrove."
The tall female grimaced and made a gagging face, to which Claudes snickered. Sissy absolutely hated her first name, hated it with a passion, and when she was called by it there was only more incentive to make fun of the perpetrator with pranks and such nonsensical jokery. "Yeah?" she asked, not really sure she wanted an answer, turning, only to find a soldier with his arm outstretched, holding a scrap of paper in it. The guy was a bout a head shorter than Sissy, but this didn't seem to ruffle his feathers, instead making him try to be all the more intimidatingly commanding. "You have been sent a message from the General."
Sissy raised an eyebrow, taking the parchment containing more parchment, no doubt with words on it, "Oh-kay.. wait, which General?" This question was given a dark chuckle from the unknown soldier before he turned and left with a well-polished Cloyster Soulmon in tow, the man dismissivey replying as he departed, "I think you know the one."
Slowly, uncertainly, the trainee's eyes fell back to the letter. Without caring to read the outside address, she tore it open and began to read. Meanwhile, though, Claudes was busying himself with heckling the soldier. He had turned into a miniature replica of the figure in uniform, hands on his hips and mug in a silly expression with the tongue sticking out.
"I think you know the one~" the Ditto imitated, voice exactly as the man's had been. Then, in he next instant, Claudes was back to his original self, jelly arms crossed in mild annoyance at the soldier's attitude. However, when he got no hysterical laughter from Sissy at his antics, Claudes leaned in somewhat to spy what the letter read. He read it but as his eyes went over the sentences Sissy spoke them absently.
"Dear Francis and Claudes,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,"
A pause, where both Soulmon and human glanced at one another, repeating the name in unison, "General McMurfree."
It was a god-send. They wouldn't be forced to stand here and decide which weapon they would sign their life away to. Sissy could jump for joy, she felt, she was so happy to have a way to escape this torturous task. "Well, now, we can't argue with the General's orders, can we?" Sissy grinned, seeing the same feeling of relief wash over Claudes through that glint in his charcoal specks. "Like I said before, it would be rude.."
"It's settled then!" announced Sissy and without any further explanation she quickly sprinted through the doors and down a hall towards the storage room, long legs carrying her as fast as possible away from that particular layer of Hades.
"Free at last, free at last, by God almighty we are FREE at last!" she shouted, arm flailing and waving the letter about. Claudes merely gripped tighter onto the fabric of her shirt, clutching on for dear life, as his foolish biped counter-part bounded for the storage room in a fit of childish glee.
Samuel was quietly sitting outside the dormitory building, enjoying the moonlight and the tranquility of that particular place. He knew being out of bed after hours was more than frowned at, but it was well worth the risk of it. Hecate sat on a branch over him, grooming her feathers as she always did given the chance. Samuel was glad he had her as company. The only friend no one ever would take a way from him. Samuel smiled and pulled his hat down over his face before stretching out on the grass, his head dozy after the strenuous exercises of the day...
A sharp voice rang out in his head, snapping him out of a wonderful dream in which he watched the general cook him dinner. "Heads up, Samuel!", Hecate said. "Officer coming our way!"
Samuel looked up and felt his heart sink as an uniformed man marched towards him, his face stony with a vicious looking Arcanine tailing him. He quickly brushed off his clothes and saluted, yet with an anxious look on his face. "You here as always, huh, Samuel?" the officer snapped before grinning maliciously and handing Samuel an envelope. "Well, looks like your finally getting what's coming you, you sod! This is for you, it's a highest level! Report to the room described in the letter or you will be sorry!". Suddenly, Hecate flew down from the tree and landed in front of the officer. Her stern look could not be misunderstood. The soldier merely sniggered and said "Mind your place, featherbag", before turning and marching away, his Arcanine growling at the Honchkrow as it followed.
Samuel patted his Soulmon. "Thanks, Hecate. It's good to know you're there for me when such things happen. The Pokémon made a contemptuous sound. "Featherbag, he called me! What a rude man! And his Arcanine threatened to roast and eat me, you should have heard his bragging!" Samuel smiled sadly as he opened the envelope. "I hope this isn't as bad as it sounded" he said and swallowed, peering down at the text.
Dear Samuel and Hecate,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
Samuel could hardly believe what he saw. Seconds later however, he was almost hopping around with joy. "A special mission for us Hecate! From the General!" Hecate looked at him in disbelief, before smiling and adjusting her "collar". "Well, it is about time someone came to realise our potential." she said proudly. "Now we will show all those lowlifes who are the best pair on this Academy, eh?"
Samuel nodded. "Better hurry", he said. "We cannot keep the boss waiting". And with that, the strange twosome made their way towards the storage building.
A sharp voice rang out in his head, snapping him out of a wonderful dream in which he watched the general cook him dinner. "Heads up, Samuel!", Hecate said. "Officer coming our way!"
Samuel looked up and felt his heart sink as an uniformed man marched towards him, his face stony with a vicious looking Arcanine tailing him. He quickly brushed off his clothes and saluted, yet with an anxious look on his face. "You here as always, huh, Samuel?" the officer snapped before grinning maliciously and handing Samuel an envelope. "Well, looks like your finally getting what's coming you, you sod! This is for you, it's a highest level! Report to the room described in the letter or you will be sorry!". Suddenly, Hecate flew down from the tree and landed in front of the officer. Her stern look could not be misunderstood. The soldier merely sniggered and said "Mind your place, featherbag", before turning and marching away, his Arcanine growling at the Honchkrow as it followed.
Samuel patted his Soulmon. "Thanks, Hecate. It's good to know you're there for me when such things happen. The Pokémon made a contemptuous sound. "Featherbag, he called me! What a rude man! And his Arcanine threatened to roast and eat me, you should have heard his bragging!" Samuel smiled sadly as he opened the envelope. "I hope this isn't as bad as it sounded" he said and swallowed, peering down at the text.
Dear Samuel and Hecate,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
Samuel could hardly believe what he saw. Seconds later however, he was almost hopping around with joy. "A special mission for us Hecate! From the General!" Hecate looked at him in disbelief, before smiling and adjusting her "collar". "Well, it is about time someone came to realise our potential." she said proudly. "Now we will show all those lowlifes who are the best pair on this Academy, eh?"
Samuel nodded. "Better hurry", he said. "We cannot keep the boss waiting". And with that, the strange twosome made their way towards the storage building.
KatouBot
Monkey In The Middle
- 25
- Posts
- 17
- Years
- Age 33
- Up your ass!:D
- Seen Aug 16, 2016
Outside of the dormitory, Suke had set up a hammock between two close trees. He layed in it, relaxed, and looking at the moon. It seemed like for just a little while he could stop thinking about all this war. Alydia sat on his stomach, rocking back and forth with him, enjoying it just a bit more than he was. The two didn't particularly care about being out after dark, granted Suke was just a bit concerned that perhaps such behavior as a Trainee would not be liked even more. Despite all that, the two were enjoying the air and each others company.
Alydia quickly snapped up, swinging around the other end of the hammock, knocking Suke right out of it,as he landed in the ground, face first, with a thud. He looked up to see a rather stern looking female general, a Zangoose by her side with a not so friendly demeanor. He snapped up as quickly as he could, and Alydia sprang up by his side just as fast. The two looked utterly terrified. The only business a general would want with a Trainee was the business of trouble.
The woman looked Suke up and down, and the Zangoose did the same to Alydia, both of them scoffing.She handed Suke a letter, before rudely insulting him. "This is from the heads. You've gotta go to the room as directed my the letter immediately, maggot. Probably for your expulsion...." The two walked away, leaving a very scared boy and his Ambipom alone with a letter. Alydia hopped up onto his head and began reading it as he did too.
Dear Suke and Alydia,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
...
He dropped the letter to the ground and just stood there. "A...A special assignment....Me?"
"This is great, Suke! You're gonna be recognized! You'll be on your way to a full fledged soldier in no time!" He gulped and looked sweaty and a bit red. "Uh...yeah...Great..." And the two began they way to the store building
Alydia quickly snapped up, swinging around the other end of the hammock, knocking Suke right out of it,as he landed in the ground, face first, with a thud. He looked up to see a rather stern looking female general, a Zangoose by her side with a not so friendly demeanor. He snapped up as quickly as he could, and Alydia sprang up by his side just as fast. The two looked utterly terrified. The only business a general would want with a Trainee was the business of trouble.
The woman looked Suke up and down, and the Zangoose did the same to Alydia, both of them scoffing.She handed Suke a letter, before rudely insulting him. "This is from the heads. You've gotta go to the room as directed my the letter immediately, maggot. Probably for your expulsion...." The two walked away, leaving a very scared boy and his Ambipom alone with a letter. Alydia hopped up onto his head and began reading it as he did too.
Dear Suke and Alydia,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
...
He dropped the letter to the ground and just stood there. "A...A special assignment....Me?"
"This is great, Suke! You're gonna be recognized! You'll be on your way to a full fledged soldier in no time!" He gulped and looked sweaty and a bit red. "Uh...yeah...Great..." And the two began they way to the store building
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POKEMON- THE SOULS OF ONE
Chapter One: The Secret Faction
She's always late, Thought Camden, Why do I always make it home first? I'm starving, and yet here I am. Sitting on the front porch as usual, waiting for a girl that probably won't show up for another hour, and I'm hungry! I could probably just go to--- Oh here she is!
Meredith, where have you been? I'm so hungry I--- But Camden was cut off by the fact that the girl he was talking to rushed past him into the house without a second glance at him. Meredith! That was very rude.
Camden followed Meredith as she ran into the house, up the stairs, and into her bedroom.
Don't slam your door in my face. He thought angrily, It's my room too you know.
But he stopped feeling like that once he heard sobbing on the other side of the door.
Meredith? Meredith, what's wrong? He opened the door and saw her sitting on the opposite side of the bed staring at the cold, blank wall.
"It…they…never…today…"
Slow down, I don't know what you're saying.
"It…" Meredith took a deep breath and turned around. Camden saw tear stained streaks across her face and felt a surge of cold sweep through his veins that had nothing to do with the open door downstairs. "Today was his birthday"
She immediately collapsed onto the bed, trying to hide her sobs. Camden realized that today certainly was her late brother's birthday and rushed by her side to try to comfort her. This was unusual behavior for Meredith because Camden hardly ever heard her talk about Tom.
Well what happened
"They…they all said that he-he deserved what he got. They said that-that he was a coward and that I should be ashamed!"
Why would they say that? But when Camden asked, they heard someone calling from downstairs.
"Meredith! Camden! There's someone here to see you!" It was Meredith's mother.
"I'm coming!" Meredith wiped the stains off of her face the best that she could, but you could still see her puffy, red eyes, "is it very noticeable?"
Not really. Camden only said this because he was curious to see who was calling.
The two went downstairs and saw Deanna (Meredith's mother) and a Team Fallout soldier. Deanna looked very worried.
"You're Meredith and Camden Hague?" the soldier asked. He had a deep, husky voice and had a large build to match it.
"That's me." Meredith replied.
"You've been sent a message from General McMurfree." At this, Deanna gasped and rushed into the next room. "You must report to the room written in the letter immediately."
And what if we don't want to?
The soldier turned to Camden "I believe you don't have that option" And with that, he thrust the letter into Meredith's limp hands, turned around, and walked out the door.
Meredith's hands were shaking as she tore open the seal on the envelope. She slipped the letter out and read:
Dear Meredith and Camden,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree
"I-I don't want to…No…but… I must." Meredith stammered
No we don't, we can run away and no one will ever find us!
"No Cam, if I don't do this, then I may never have the chance."
The chance to do what?
"To kill him. To kill my dad and hopefully put a stop to this war." Meredith then walked out the door with her Dragonite following closely behind
Kularian
Talespinner
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- Seen Jul 14, 2014
"Give me the letter."
The officer, who had just opened her mouth, paused in place as she looked at the young man who sat in the barracks, at one side of a game of chess. On the other was a Gardevoir, though she was definitely not colored as a normal one of her kind was. She watched for a moment in stunned silence, her eyes following the movement of the pieces on the board.
Her Soulmon, an Arbok, nudged her, and she blinked, shaking herself as if awakening from a dream. "Er, well…"
Jacob's hand extended as a rook slid forward, surrounded in a dark purple aura. "You can just hand me the letter. I'm fairly certain I know what it says already and where I need to go."
Looking up at him, Eve gave a frown. 'Jacob…leave the poor girl alone. She is merely trying to do her job.' He looked up at his Soulmon, seeing the pained look in her crimson eyes.
'You're right, Eve. As always.' He turned to face the soldier who had approached them, and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Sorry. I was simply engrossed in my game, and I did you a great disservice," he said, standing and giving an apologetic bow.
"Er, uh…no. No it's okay," she responded, shaking her head. Jacob's psychic skills were well known around the camp; she'd just never dealt with him face-to-face. "Well…here you are," she said, handing him the letter that he'd already spoken of. She was only newly appointed to her rank, and hadn't quite gotten the hang of being authoritative yet. But her task had been completed as ordered, so hopefully being over-bearing wasn't a hidden objective in her assignment.
'What's it say, Jacob?' Eve asked as the female soldier left, her Arbok slithering behind. 'Anything worth reading? Did you get in trouble again for abusing your talent?'
"No, it doesn't appear that way." The manila envelope was thick enough that he couldn't see the parchment inside, but his limited foresight was already beginning to let him know what it spoke of. Clearing his throat, he placed a hand over the sealed letter, letting a faint glow pass over it.
"Dear Jacob and Eve,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree"
'…was that really necessary?' Eve asked, a humorous lilt to her mental voice. 'Could you not have simply opened the envelope?'
Jacob returned the humor as he smiled, standing. "Probably, yes. But the only way to get better with precognition and telekinesis is to practice, right?" he asked as the envelope floated upward before an unseen force tore the paper to shreds. The pieces hung in the air for a moment before they darted towards the fire. "There. No need for anyone else to know, right?"
Eve gave a small smile as she gracefully moved from the table, coming to stand by Jacob's side. 'No, I suppose not. Shall we be off?'
The officer, who had just opened her mouth, paused in place as she looked at the young man who sat in the barracks, at one side of a game of chess. On the other was a Gardevoir, though she was definitely not colored as a normal one of her kind was. She watched for a moment in stunned silence, her eyes following the movement of the pieces on the board.
Her Soulmon, an Arbok, nudged her, and she blinked, shaking herself as if awakening from a dream. "Er, well…"
Jacob's hand extended as a rook slid forward, surrounded in a dark purple aura. "You can just hand me the letter. I'm fairly certain I know what it says already and where I need to go."
Looking up at him, Eve gave a frown. 'Jacob…leave the poor girl alone. She is merely trying to do her job.' He looked up at his Soulmon, seeing the pained look in her crimson eyes.
'You're right, Eve. As always.' He turned to face the soldier who had approached them, and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Sorry. I was simply engrossed in my game, and I did you a great disservice," he said, standing and giving an apologetic bow.
"Er, uh…no. No it's okay," she responded, shaking her head. Jacob's psychic skills were well known around the camp; she'd just never dealt with him face-to-face. "Well…here you are," she said, handing him the letter that he'd already spoken of. She was only newly appointed to her rank, and hadn't quite gotten the hang of being authoritative yet. But her task had been completed as ordered, so hopefully being over-bearing wasn't a hidden objective in her assignment.
'What's it say, Jacob?' Eve asked as the female soldier left, her Arbok slithering behind. 'Anything worth reading? Did you get in trouble again for abusing your talent?'
"No, it doesn't appear that way." The manila envelope was thick enough that he couldn't see the parchment inside, but his limited foresight was already beginning to let him know what it spoke of. Clearing his throat, he placed a hand over the sealed letter, letting a faint glow pass over it.
"Dear Jacob and Eve,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement.
Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfree"
'…was that really necessary?' Eve asked, a humorous lilt to her mental voice. 'Could you not have simply opened the envelope?'
Jacob returned the humor as he smiled, standing. "Probably, yes. But the only way to get better with precognition and telekinesis is to practice, right?" he asked as the envelope floated upward before an unseen force tore the paper to shreds. The pieces hung in the air for a moment before they darted towards the fire. "There. No need for anyone else to know, right?"
Eve gave a small smile as she gracefully moved from the table, coming to stand by Jacob's side. 'No, I suppose not. Shall we be off?'
Chapter One - The Secret Faction
Robert Smash sat peacefully at the water's edge as he polished his hammer.
"Are you done polishing that thing yet?" his Soulmon, Polo laughed. She sat lay back in the water.
"Almost," Robert replied. "This takes a lot of time."
"I noticed," said Polo, rolling her eyes. "We've been sitting here for nearly two hours. We should head back."
"Really?" Robert sounded surprised. "We'd best get going then."
The two headed back to their room. It was only a short walk. Robert saw a man walking away in the distance. He appeared to have a Houndoom as his Soulmon.
"I wonder what that was about," Robert said as they went inside.
"Maybe, it has something to do with that," announced Polo, pointing to a letter on Robert's bed. She picked it up and handed it to her partner. It had his name on it.
"Interesting," Robert said as he opened it.
The letter read:
"Dear Robert and Polo,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement. Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfee."
Strange. Robert thought. It was only very seldom that people heard from General Mc Murfee.
"Wow, this sounds urgent," Robert said in amazement.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Polo shouted. "Lets go, already!"
Robert nodded. A big grin spread across his round face. He loved adventures of all kinds.
"Robert, this isn't a funfair we're going to. This is serious." Polo scolded.
But Robert couldn't help smiling. He loved the thrill of fighting. The two friends exited the room and locked it as they prepared themselves for what the General had in store for them.
Robert Smash sat peacefully at the water's edge as he polished his hammer.
"Are you done polishing that thing yet?" his Soulmon, Polo laughed. She sat lay back in the water.
"Almost," Robert replied. "This takes a lot of time."
"I noticed," said Polo, rolling her eyes. "We've been sitting here for nearly two hours. We should head back."
"Really?" Robert sounded surprised. "We'd best get going then."
The two headed back to their room. It was only a short walk. Robert saw a man walking away in the distance. He appeared to have a Houndoom as his Soulmon.
"I wonder what that was about," Robert said as they went inside.
"Maybe, it has something to do with that," announced Polo, pointing to a letter on Robert's bed. She picked it up and handed it to her partner. It had his name on it.
"Interesting," Robert said as he opened it.
The letter read:
"Dear Robert and Polo,
You have been chosen for a special mission. Please report to the storage in the basement. Leading General of the Three Kings and head master of Oxfield,
General Mc Murfee."
Strange. Robert thought. It was only very seldom that people heard from General Mc Murfee.
"Wow, this sounds urgent," Robert said in amazement.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Polo shouted. "Lets go, already!"
Robert nodded. A big grin spread across his round face. He loved adventures of all kinds.
"Robert, this isn't a funfair we're going to. This is serious." Polo scolded.
But Robert couldn't help smiling. He loved the thrill of fighting. The two friends exited the room and locked it as they prepared themselves for what the General had in store for them.
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