Region of The West: A Quest Across Ryko

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OOC: XD That was funny.


Cynthia
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"C-CUT?!" Cynthia squeaked loudly, her whisper gone, and her eyes somehow stretching even wider than they had been. This made no sense! What kind of a person would do something like that to unsuspecting children! Actually... Cynthia had a question that was now puzzling her mind.

She forwned a little, but this still looked quite fearful considering she was so very terrified. "W-what is wrong with you people? Why would you want to go in there when he will do such terrible things to us?!" she asked, a perplexed sound to her voice. She suddenly felt very woozy as she had been picturing a madman scientist, which seemed to take the shape of an old man with crazy white hair coming out in all directions, a mad glint in his eyes, and a butcher knife in hand proceeding to chop up her leg.

Wilbur sighed with a snort, {Cynthia... they're joking. The guy's not going to chop you up into bits, why'd you think that Yikari and Amber were telling the truth? Who would say all that with a smile on if they were serious?!}
 
Amber's forehead creased in concern at the sight of the blue-haired girl, who was now so frightened by her and Yikari's jesting.
"Cynthia? I was only joking!" Amber began, "And so was Yikari. Nothing bad's gonna happen, I swear. Even if there was a mad scientist, he woudn't stand a chance against us lot." she gestured to the others. "We wouldn't let you get hurt, would we?" she added sharply; it was more of a demand than a question.

Amber petted the other girl on the shoulder, and sighed inwardly. She hadn't realised how delicate some people could be. Not that it mattered; Amber would work on this girl, and build her confidence! After all, that was all fear was.
 
"She speaks the truth, Cynthie-chan." Yikari chimed in, giving the girl a slightly apologetic smile, "Come now...surely you didn't think that I would allow my questing partner to perish dramatically before my very eyes when our journey has yet to begin?" he shook his head, "Nor even uncle Popo would accept such an epic into our family history, and he has been known to believe as many as three impossible things before breakfast." he took a brief pause, patting the girl lightly on the shoulder, "Don't you worry none, Cynthie-chan..." he said in a more serious voice, "If anything happens I'll be there to protect you, I promise." the boy nodded, "Now then...might I suggest that we don't keep Chrysso-sama waiting further?" he performed an elegant sweeping motion towards the door with his hand, indicating that the girls should go before him while at the same time bowing just a bit, his usual cheerful and carefree manner once again evident and his eyes practically sparkling with enthusiaism over what prospects lay ahead of them.
 

Cynthia
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Cynthia felt a little better after Amber revealed that is was indeed another naive blunder on the blue-haired girl's part and that there was no need to be afraid. She looked at Amber.

"Oh... really?" she said, blinking. At least she could breathe again.

Wilbur rolled his little piggy eyes, {Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you!}

Cynthia then turned to Yikari when he too admitted to just having some fun. The girl nodded, feeling a bit sheepish, "Ah... that's right, I guess that was pretty silly of me. As you know, I'm not one to pick up on such things. Uh... thank you, for, er, your offer of protection Mr. Arikawa. It is much appreciated."

She nodded with a gulp as Yikari brought back to light the thing they were actually supposed to be doing.

{Better now?} Wilbur asked his trainer, wondering if the slight shaking was just Cynthia being excited about what was happening, or terrified about what was happening.

"Y-yes. Thanks to Ms. Amber, and Mr. Arikawa, I think I'll be okay," she said to him, nodding.

Wilbur looked a bit confused. The people that had made her afraid were the ones to make her feel better? She shouldn't be thanking them, she should be forgiving them.... Oh well, Cynthia always was too nice for her own good. She was very easy to take advantage of.
 
"Yeah, of course we'll protect you, Cynthie-person.. God, I can't believe the things I get myself into." Oliver muttered, his hands still shoved in his pockets.

{Yes, you've got the right idea, Skipper.} Yoku chimed in, taking a step forward towards his Trainer. {Note how Piro and I have in no way gotten you into your current situation. You said it yourself, and I've got it on tape, so there's no denying it later.} The Ursaring concluded, producing a tape recorder from.. thin air..

"Please return to your ball now, Yoku." Oliver responded, not in the mood for dealing with Yoku's sheer abnormality. The Ursaring made a 'hmph' sound, crossing his arms before he was struck by his Pokeball's red capture beam, sending him back into the contraption. Meanwhile, Piro sighed (with no facial expression, as usual), for now he no longer had a partner to help him through his awkward mission.

And with that, Oliver clipped Yoku's Pokeball back onto his belt, while he stepped forward and into the open door of the Professor's laboratory, totally disregarding Yikari's hint towards 'ladies first'. Piro hesitated a bit before following him.

The first thing that Oliver established once he had walked through the door was that he was in a hallway. A rather boring, pale blue hallway that ran in two directions; left and right. The only apparent source of light in this hall were the flourescent lights on the ceiling, which, for some reason, seemed to cast a light that gave the place on ominous feel to it. The only decorative item in sight was a single, leafy potted plant to the left of the entrance.

Oliver was silenced completely, taking in the overall emptiness. Okay.. now I'm getting a bad vibe..
 
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Whoa my Feebas, I finally managed to start posting here, yey!!^0^

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Ernis jumped to one side, careful not to let the man who laughed like a maniac touch him as he started running away. This was just scary, if he were to lose his life here...

{No wait! You can't go! I've yet to find out your real name!!}Buu called out in fustration, waving her arms as Oliver withdrawed Yoku into his pokeball. The Sudowoodo didn't even blink when the Usaring started yelling at her for calling him Yoru and now that he was gone....

{Wahh!!! I justed wanted to know his nameness!}the Rock type sat herself on the pavement, rubbing her eyes. The Feebas on her shoulder giving her a encouraging pat on whatever shoulder he had yet to occupy.

"Settle down Buu. Don't tell me you've started crying for no apparent reason again."Ernis slapped his forehead and let out a sigh as he noticed his Sudowoodo seated beside him. The others were picking on Cynthia and despite how gullible she seemed, atleast she wasn't crying.
"When you're done with your tears, you follow in after the rest of us."the boy told the Mimickry Pokemon in a simple tone, giving her a white hankie he dug out from his pocket.Withthat done, he followed Oliver into the lab.
All he wanted was a normal, decent pokemon team. What he had, they were special and he didn't have anything against them, no.
Who wouldn't die to have a crying Sudowoodo on their team?
 
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"Why Oliver-sama..." Yikari said in a cheerful voice at the boy's grouchy promise of aid, "We must indeed be long-lost brothers! Why when even our thoughtlines are so similar how could anyone doubt that? Oh, and you're quite welcome, Cynthie-chan." he added to the girl, "Don't worry about not being able to tell these things, I'm sure you'll learn it soon enough with me and Ambry-chan around." the boy continued smiling cheerfully as he followed the others into proffessor Chrysso's laboratory, taking note of the quite...spartan interior.

"Looks like our esteemed Chrysso-sama hasn't had the time to decorate." the boy remarked, tilting his head before he raised both hands to his mouth as a sort of makeshift megaphone "Chrysso-sama!" he called out down the hall, "Your guests have arrived!"

{Keep your voice down, fool.} Hiro snapped, glaring suspiciously at his surroundings, {We need to be on our guard. I smell something fishy...and my nose never lies.}
 
OOC: I'm so glad it's Friday and all of those evil midterms are over! (Save for Botany, which I have ANOTHER test in on next Thursday... 3 tests in a row practically! IS SHE TRYING TO KILL US?!! XD) At least I can post at a decent rate today.


Cynthia
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Cynthia looked concerned. She was already emotionally shot from the whole experience of coming here, and now she was facing another personal fear of hers--long and strangely lit hallways.

"Ah...! I don't think I like this," she muttered, peering around the others into the hallway. As Yikari strode in and began to call out for Professor Chrysso, Cynthia's eyes widened.

"I don't think you should-- oh well...," she said in defeat as the boy had already finished calling out. Cynthia didn't think it a good idea to attract attention, but since it had already been done, there was no going back.

Wilbur frowned. {Huh... this guy must be weird. Let's be careful, right Cynthia?} he said to the girl. She nodded and stepped forward a little, noticing that the hallway went in two directions.

"Ah! Which way do we go?" she asked, wondering if this was some sort of test or something. Professors did like to entertain trainers with tests sometimes. At least, that's what Cynthia was telling herself.
 
"..Why are you doing that?" Oliver asked in annoyance, as Yikari finished calling out to Professor Chrysso. "You really want this guy's attention? You--Ah, never mind. Let's just go, already. Better than sitting here. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.." he continued, trailing off at the end as he used highly advanced deductive reasoning to pick which way to go.

Piro wasn't paying much attention to the human's conversation. He was currently focusing all of his attention on the single plant by the entrance. He poked one large leaf with his nose, quickly drawing back as if expecting the plant to strike him. {Hmm.. something in this building is not safe.} The Espeon commented, sniffing at the air. {The Houndoom speaks the truth.}

"Alright, I'm going this way." Oliver spoke up again, pointing to the left and the empty hallway that ran in that direction. "If it leads to a dead end, we'll just come back."
 
Amber tutted disapprovingly. "it would better if we called out, Oliver. Otherwise Mr.Insane-Psyco-Scare-People-Away-Chrysso might think we're sneaking up on him..." she glanced around briefly, taking in the dull decor. That potted plant looked very lonely, all on it's own in this horrid grey room. Still, she didn't have long to dwell on it; Oliver was already heading off, and Amber was more than happy to follow him.

Festival padded over to the plant as well, those big brown eyes of hers watching as Piro lifted up an occasional leaf. She was about to mimic him, but before she could Amber strolled off. Festival gave a little squeak and galloped after her trainer.
 

Cynthia
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"Ah! W-what if it's the wrong way and there's something bad at the end of it?" Cynthia squeaked, looking nevous. She was actually just afraid of going down what seemed like an incredibly creepy endless hallway. What if the hallway never ended? What if they were stuck in here forever and ended up having to eat each other?! What if... worse of all... what if they actually picked the right one and ended up with Professor Chrysso and he really did want to boil them in acid?!!

Wilbur once again felt Cynthia intensify her squeezing on him, no doubt she was building up some horrible scenario in her mind again. He almost chuckled to himself, that girl needed to learn how to laugh. It seemed near impossible though, as he had tried personally to get her to laugh. He had only ever seen her laugh once, and it was so long ago, he couldn't even remember what it was that made her laugh.

Regardless of her fears, Cynthia felt compelled to follow Oliver. The best idea would be to split up, and that way both routes were covered, but Cynthia wasn't about to go on her own down the other hallway.
 
Yikari shook his head at the various shushings and nervous glances from the others, excluding Amber who had actually agreed with him. What was wrong with these people? They had just entered a weird, high-tech laboratory which was run by a proffessor who sounded a bit off his noodle and had invited them all to witness one of his crazy inventions and they couldn't see anything exciting about it? Boy, this sure was a strange crowd he had landed himself in, luckily Amber at the very least seemed to be having the right idea about it, and if she wasn't going to do anything to contribute to the feeling of safety and cheer in this group then it seemed like Yikari had to, not that he really minded that, he reassured himself as he reached for one of his still occupied pokéballs, nope, he didn't mind it at all...

This should give our little family something else to think about... he mused for himself, unleashing the object onto the floor of the lab.

"Hagure! Come on out!"

Accompanied the usual flash of white light, the unmistakable figure of a Haunter formed in the air at about the same height as Yikari's head, the ghost pokémon performing an excited twirl in the air as he noticed that he was out and about again while Hiro muttered something nasty under his breath and forced his attention back to scanning their surroundings, his tail held high.

{Say hey-hey! Is' 'bout time, Boss-man! D'ya know how stuffy it is in dat thing?} the Haunter asked, turning to face his trainer again, {Ah...bu' never mind dat now, wassup?}

"A mission, Hagure-sama." Yikari replied, giving the ghost pokémon one of his mischievous smiles, "It seems like the esteemed proffessor is playing some kind of game with us, so I'd like you to float about a bit and see what you can see."

{Mission, eh?} the Haunter echoed in a slightly dissapointed voice, although it quickly vanished when he came to note that their surroundings were rather...peculiar {Am' on it, boss-man!} he concluded, nodding, {Where'd ya' wan' me ta begin?}

"Just somewhere so we can see you." the boy said, "You know how Hiro is."

{Yah, 'e's an ol' spoilsport, ain't 'e?} Hagure replied in a slightly hushed voice, pulling a face, {I still dun' know why ya' wanna' drag 'im around wid' us, boss-man, but dat's why y'er da boss-man and I ain't, eh? Say...you there!} the Haunter ended his sentence with a sudden exclamation aimed straight at Wilbur, briefly vanishing only to appear right in front of the Spoink, smiling at him in the way that only a Haunter could, {Do you go by any other names than Eucine?} the ghost pokémon demanded, taking on a stern expression and tone of voice as he stared at the pig pokémon.
 
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Cynthia
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Cynthia watched curiously as Yikari tossed out another pokemon, something she had seen often floating over Fuschia in the night and early morning-- a Haunter. Haunter were not so scary... if they kept their distance. Unfortunately for Cynthia, this Haunter decided to throw a question at Wilbur, who was still nestled in her arms.

Wilbur didn't find the pokemon scary at all, just a bit odd really. He didn't expect the thing to talk to him personally though, so when he was adressed, he looked quite surprised.

{Huh?! Um... my friends call me Wilbur,} the pig responded with a little snort.

Cynthia was frozen with fear, staring at the great, ghostly creature in front of her. She didn't want to make a noise, afraid that the thing would do something to her.
 
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OOC:

Hmm.. I just noticed that this chocolate shake tastes like chocolate sauce more than a shake. o.O Ooh, but I guess that's a good thing. Chocolate sauce > most.

[/random tidbit of the moment]



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Piro's ears perked up as Yikari released his Haunter, and eventually the Espeon paused to observe the Ghost-type's movements. Well, you could never be too careful around Ghosts, unless of course they proved otherwise. As if Piro were never too careful. After watching Hagure shoot over towards Wilbur, though, Piro merely decided that as long as the Haunter kept his distance, he wouldn't get involved. Then again, from what he could sense, that Haunter probably left few people alone..

Piro swiftly dropped his thoughts before they became too complicated, swishing his tail once before turning back towards Oliver, who had decided to keep walking even as the Haunter was summoned. The Espeon was quick to catch up, now peering around the hallway as they went along, looking for anything suspicious.

However, at the moment nothing of interest had come into view. The hallway still seemed to run on endlessly, but that in itself seemed suspicious somehow..

"Come on, people, it looks like we have.. a very long walk ahead of us." Oliver spoke up, sensing that a few people had yet to move along, although never once did he turn his head. "A long, uneventful walk." He muttered to himself, wondering what could possibly be of interest in this boring old hallway.
 
Ernis had nothing much to comment on what was happening, even if he felt like talking, he didn't know what to say. Arikawa was calling out to the Professor while Oliver had decided to find the professor himself. The Coordinator let out a sigh, there wasn't much to do around here was there? Cynthia and her Spoink were being harassed by Yikari's Haunter. Ghost types were good for Smart Contests, if they knew the right moves. Infact, the boy was sure he had seen a Haunter participate in a Cute Contest before, yes. They were decent Pokemon.

{W-What is this place? Its so...blehness!}Buu rubbed her nose as she walked through the door, examining the potted plant. It looked ever so lonely sitting by itself in a corner. She wanted to give it a hug for moral support.

"There's nothing we can do standing around here, I'm following Amber."Ernis declared loudly, taking note of his Pokemon, he took to his signature stride and followed after the cowgirl and her Vaporeon.
 
{Wilbur, eh?} Hagure repeated in an inquistive voice, hovering back and forth in front of the Spoink while all the time maintaining a look of suspicion, {Dat's w'at ye'd like me ta think, innit...Christopher?} he placed considerable emphasis on the name, as if he had just revealed a great and horrible personal secret of Wilbur's, {We know you dunit.} he proclaimed sternly, {We haf a lot of people who all say you dunit, so owe up!} he pointed an accusing finger at the spoink, {Owe up 'bout w'at we all know you dun!}

Noting Cynthia's tenseness, Yikari soon walked over, giving the girl an encouraging smile, "Don't you worry about a thing, Cynthie-chan." he said quietly, "Hagure-sama likes to joke around but he won't hurt you. Hagure-sama..." he added, adressing the last bit to the Haunter who was in the middle of pressing his prosecution on, "Cynthie-chan here is a special case, so don't prank her, okay?"

{'Kay boss-man, wadever ya' say.} the ghost pokémon replied in a slightly disgruntled voice {'Er loss. Now owe up!} he concluded, once again turning his attention to Wilbur.

"You see, Cynthie-chan?" Yikari continued, smiling at Cynthia, "He's harmless. But I think that our dear Oliver-sama wishes to reach the end of this hallway as soon as possible, so let's not dissapoint him, allright?" he gave the girl a gentle nudge in the right direction, proceeding to walk onwards, although he took care to keep quite close to Hagure, seeing as how Cynthia still didn't seem very comfortable in the Haunter's company and he really did want to help her get over that problem.
 

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Oliver was right, they did have a long ways to walk. How long was the question, as now Cynthia had to be aware of a rather intimidating Haunter. She listened to Yikari's words, and nodded as she began to walk in the direction that he had nudged her, trying to force herself not to be afraid.

Wilbur snorted loudly, {Eh? I don't owe anyone anything! And my name's WILBUR!} The little pig was worried about Cynthia and this great oaf was concerned with an imaginary debt?! His emotions were getting the better of him, as usually Wilbur would realize it was all in fun and laugh along with the Haunter. Luckily for Hagure, this would probably only add to his amusement.

"I... I'm not afraid," Cynthia said to herself, "I'm not a-afraid."

She wished this Chrysso person would come out soon.
 
Oliver, trying to ignore the commotion behind him, took his hands out of his pockets so he could fold his arms across his chest. He looked ahead again, noting how the hallway continued to taunt him with its seemingly endless length. And there wasn't even a door or anything in sight. Oh, how he wished he could just--

"Oof!" Oliver cried out suddenly, completely smashing into some kind of barrier in front of him. The red-head recoiled in pain, leaping back a few steps as Piro tensed up into a more alert position. Once Oliver had regained his composure, he held one hand up to his throbbing nose as he observed what was in front of him.

It was a wall, which had been painted to look like the hallway went further down than it really did, and Oliver had learned of this fact the hard way.

"Ooh, that is not funny." Oliver hissed, his voise taking on a slightly nasal sound. As he began to turn away, infuriated, he realized that the hallway continued on for a short time to the right. At the end of this new corridor was natural sunlight, or so it seemed.

Oliver said nothing, but quickly began stomping down the newfound corridor in pure anger, while Piro could only follow and hope that Oliver was holding his temper in check.
 
OOC: Heh, poor Oliver! ^-^


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Still willing herself to not be afraid, Cynthia continued walking with the others down the forever corridor. Things were looking quite spooky, and the hall showed no way of letting up. How long were they going to go at this?

Quite suddenly, Oliver ran into a wall, and as Cynthia was already at a heightened sense of alarm, when he was taken by surprise, she let out a sharp and squeaky scream. It wasn't that long, but it was very high-pitched. She looked at the others sheepishly, "Er... sorry. I didn't mean to scream."

Oliver then proceeded down the real hallway, and Cynthia was somewhat glad to see that this one looked as if it had a definite ending to it. However... as with all endings there is a new beginning... and such was the same with this hallway, for at the end of it was Professor Chrysso most likely. Cynthia's fear of the hallway would soon be replaced by a lovely fear of Chrysso. Oh well... at least she was with good people.
 
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..it reminds me of the time I walked right into a screen door. xD Incidently, I would've waited for more people to post, but..



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It only took Oliver several moments to make his way down the hall, meaning that his anger was still very much fueled by the time he arrived at the room at the end. Turning to the right, he quickly proceeded to stomp into the room. Piro's expression twisted into one that suggested rather pessimistic thoughts, but nonetheless he trudged into the room after his Trainer.

"Alright, who painted that.." Oliver began, still clutching his nose as he walked in. However, he was forced to trail off when he realized just how strange this room was. It was rectangular in shape, the entrance to the previous hallway being one of the shorter sides of the rectangle.

Along the longer walls were metallic machines of various shapes and sizes, all of them being the same color as the pale blue wall, although most of them were adorned with flashing lights of different colors. They certainly didn't look like they were used for Pokemon research, and they didn't seem to be making any noise either. The space inbetween the two rows of machines was taken up by two long wooden tables, which were both cluttered with stacks of books, papers, broken Pokeballs, and pens of various colors.

On the far side of the room was one gigantic glass window, which gave everyone inside a view of the forest beyond the lab. On its sill was a lonely potted plant, which looked almost exactly like the one that had been seen near the entrance to the building. And much like its counterpart, it seemed to be the only decorative object in the room.

In the middle of the cluttered yet scarcely decorated room was a tall man dressed in long white lab coat, who seemed to be busy with something in his hand. He had strange, wild brown hair that spiked out at odd angles, suggesting he hadn't come in contact with a comb for a very long time. And even from a back view, one could see the overly large glasses that he was wearing.

The man had shown no reaction to Oliver's words, apparently absorbed with whatever he was doing. However, Oliver did not repeat himself, nor did he move closer to the strange man. Instead, he glanced back at the others, waiting for them to see this strange sight for themselves before he made a move. Piro remained intensely quiet as well, narrowing his eyes at the stranger before him.
 
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