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Post by zom on Dec 24, 2007 18:01:26 GMT -5
"You won't be strong enough to defeat the first Gym unless you train, Theo," said Reese in a matter-of-fact sort of way. Theo, honestly, didn't want to bother with something as stupid as "training"; it was a waste of time and too much work for his liking. But Reese knew what he was talking about, right? 'Course he did. Sigh. It was annoying that he had to be doing this, but for some reason, the jingle of the Bell around his neck kept him from getting too angry about it. That was... sorta nice.
Imogene the Growlithe trotted loyally at her trainer's heels as the boy walked aimlessly around Route 1, not planning on going anywhere, but rather intending on finding some wild Pokémon or trainers to beat up for experience. This was completely fine with her; becoming strong sounded great. And beating things up sounded great, too.
Dumpling the Mareep, cuddled up in Theo's arms, thought differently. He wasn't much of a battler and wasn't even sure he should be fighting for Theo, since the blond boy wasn't even his real trainer -- Jack was. Granted, they hadn't exactly found Jack, even when they'd gone to the place the half-vamp had said they should meet... but whatever! Still, he really did like Theo, so he would fight if he really had to. At least until they found Jack.
'Where the hell are all the Pokemon, anyway...?!' thought Theo impatiently.
"Just wait, love," purred Reese, and silently, it seemed like Opera the Baltoy was trying to convey the very same thing. The little floating creature, spinning lazily through the air like a ballerina, turned his head and focused his gaze upon his trainer, then went back to spinning around in circles. Theo's impatience seemed to be slowly disappearing; the Baltoy's dance was so... weird. Made him feel funny. Calm. Sedated, really. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not.
Whatever. Some Pokémon needed to show up, and soon, or Theo was pretty sure he'd get brainwashed by clever little Opera. And he didn't need that, no matter how sane it would probably make him.
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Post by bran on Dec 25, 2007 16:26:23 GMT -5
Oh, this was the season! The season when all on Earth grew still and calm before the awesome weight of the snow and ice. When peace reigned over all and the slightest sound carried out like a gunshot over the tranquil scenery of nature. The time when one was most acutely aware of the running waters nearby Route One because of the constant flux of the waters thanks to the rocks lining its bed and the presence of all manner of minerals in the clear, beautiful water that flowed so elegantly over smooth pebbles between banks slippery with shimmering snow and brown grass. The stream wasn’t too far from the beaten path and ran paralell with it it, but in order to get to it, one had to wind through a few trees that stood like giant guardians of such a serene place. This was the season for things to shed the heavy cloaks of hostility and anger and to become something larger than their parts had allowed them to become before and this was the season when nature made her potency most known. Yes, this was the season when one couldn’t help but to feel all that was around and to feel a part of the world instead fo the master of it. This was a humbling season, one that caused the mightiest of branches to bow and break. You couldn’t live through this fragile, furious season and not be somewhat frightened by the beauty and cruelty of the world and it was this fear that inspired all of the poems about nature in repose during the winter time. But poems were human things and not things belonging to Pokémon. That didn’t mean that the creatures were without appreciation for the season, however. The truth of the matter was quite contrary to that assumption. Pokémon shared a pure connection with the world and during this season, they felt most keenly their presence as parts of a larger design. Perhaps this is what drew two Beautifly to the stream despite their dislike of the cold.
Their wings were soaking up the sun and the pollen they emitted with each flap of their beautiful wings shone like diamonds in the bright sunlight. The sky was crisp, blue, and vacant behind their wings, the perfect backdrop for their aerial display of grace and elegance as they moved in a dance with each other. Circling slowly before swooping down, bodies spinning in a lazy circle as they moved toward the water only to suddenly correct their position and catching a rising air current up with yet another artful flap of wings, nature’s stained glass windows, so beautifully illuminated by the sun. The small gust of air that resulted from their flapping sent blue crystals of water droplets up, up into the sky, clinging to their appendages and further bringing out the coloration of golds and reds located on their wings. It was their annual dance and they made pleased, playful sounds as they repeated the dance again and again, oblivious to all around them and yet so aware of the cool air, the gurgling stream, the rustling of the trees that swayed gently in the breeze, and all manner of other things else that made up the song of the wild. They were a male and female, friends since their days as Wurmple, but not mates. They were young yet and not quite ready to step into that phase of their lives so their relationship remained uncomplicated by biology and the like. The female gave her body an abrupt spin and slipped under the male, appearing behind him with a thrilled squeal as she’d executed that little maneuver near the surface of the water and had kicked up water into her friend’s face as a result.
They often came here to play and splash, even in the winter, and today just felt like such a grand time to come. When all of the other forest Pokémon were off doing something or another and the forest was quiet and the stream their own. While there were no flowers around for them to feast on and they were better off in the south were warmth kept things forever green, they didn’t have a problem at all coming back to the land of their birth. Besides, there was a thatch of flowers nearby that never faded and the nectar from these plants was the sweetest she’d ever tasted! So succulent and robust the taste was and the way it filled her body with warmth like a warm honey... Mmm. She gave a startled giggle of mirth when he tackled her lightly and immediately resumed play, having drifted off too far into thought already. He, however, only raised his arms happily in what could only be a small victory dance, flying around her several times in a small circle, teasing her good-naturedly and making happy clicking sounds. This was the life. Life on Route One during the best season of the year. Lv. 13 Lv. 13[/font]
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Post by zom on Dec 25, 2007 17:34:24 GMT -5
Theo grumbled a bit to himself as he pushed his way past some branches, Dumpling held in one arm and the other arm outstretched and flailing at obstacles pathetically. He would've loved to stay on the path leading through the Route, but wild Pokemon were more likely to be hanging around away from said path. Most of them were smarter than to dance under trainers' noses. Still, scrawny little Theo didn't fare well against the great outdoors, especially not during the winter, when it was so cold and he had to slowly make his way through snow. Very uncomfortable; he could feel the his pants getting all wet at the bottoms, and his shoes (definitely not made for this sort of weather) were all but filled with cold slush.
Though his Pokemon were mostly unbothered by the cold (Imogene had fire burning inside her, and was able to melt through some of the snow in their path with Ember attacks; Dumpling was covered in warm, electrically-charged wool; and Opera didn't seem like he really even noticed how cold it was, though then again, it was usually difficult to tell what the Baltoy was thinking), Theo wasn't so lucky. "Ugh... C-cuh-can we g-go back, n-nuh-now?" He wasn't talking to his Pokemon so much as he was talking to Reese, and the three Pokemon just eyed him for a moment before turning back to face forward.
For a while, everything was silent save for the strange-sounding jingle of Theo's Soothe Bell and the sound of his feet slushing through the snow and the rustle of branches and fallen leaves as the group walked. But soon, they began to hear the happy sounds of the two Beautifly playing in the distance, and the quiet, serene gurgle of the river.
It, quite frankly, amazed Theo that a river wouldn't be frozen at this temperature (though he likely thought it was colder outside due to the fact that his pants and shoes were soaked with snow, and plus, he didn't realize that the current in a river would probably keep it running even when most bodies of water would be otherwise frozen). But he found himself curious about the other noises he was hearing, since he wasn't much of a Pokemon expert and thusly couldn't identify what was making the sounds.
Past some more trees and around one last large bush brought Theo finally to the stream, and now he could see the two butterfly-like creatures dancing through the air, twirling and playing and giggling. "Ooh," he quietly cooed, amazed. Their colors were so pretty~! And they were sort of cute, in an... insect-like way. He hadn't exactly been quiet approaching the area, but the two Pokemon seemed not to have noticed him. He shifted his arms to more comfortably and securely hold Dumpling, and the Mareep's head pushed against the Soothe Bell, which jingled its strange and alluring jingle.
Imogene made a face at the Beautiflies. They didn't look like battle-material, did they? Probably would faint the second an Ember was fired at 'em. Heh. Pansies. Opera remained silent, still lazily twirling but now also watching the wild Pokemon. Dumpling looked positively mesmerized.
+Maaa... So pretty...+
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Post by bran on Dec 25, 2007 18:16:05 GMT -5
The water cast their reflections back at them and let the story of their dance unfurl against the mirror that was the clear blue waters that revealed pebbles of varying colors resting against the streambed. The male Beautifly came down and held himself in place above the water; he was completely stationary save for the rhythmic beating of his wings and his bright blue eyes were closed, pale grey lids drawn tight over them. Unlike some bug Pokémon, he didn’t have compound eyes which only served to increase the intensity of his vibrant gaze especially since his small hairlike protrusions gave his body a healthy, ebony tone. But nevertheless, there he hovered with gold and scarlet entwined in a lover’s embrace on his wings that moved so effortlessly that they seemed to not move at all. His breath was slow and easy just like his body language there over the waters of the stream and he could feel their icy chill leaping up in occasional splashes against his feet like a school of playful Goldeen sunning themself on some distant shore. The sensations didn’t chill him to his core or even rattle him all that much and only made him feel that much more alive, that much more grateful to be present in such a scene as this, surrounded on all sides by an uncomparable beauty and blessed with health and freedom. Meditation was as central a part of his life as the nectar he sipped from fragrant flower petals each and every day to sustain his life and there with perfect stillness, he demonstrated his calmness of mind and ability to relegate the noisiness of the world to a deeper place in his mind, away from his focus and attention. But just as quietly and silently as he had been, he changed in an instant and yet his movement was fluid and easy like his wing beats. He began to spin there, never once increasing or deceasing his altitude, on the water’s surface, with his head and arms uplifted toward the sky though his eyes remained closed. The sun came upon him and warmed him and he gave it thanks, his slow rotation a skillful display of flight control and a dance taught to him by instinct that was played out over the reflective blue surface below.
And above him circled his friend. The perfect compliment to his stillness of character and hovering, she had been consistently flying around him in a circle, her body held in perfect orbit by the invisible bonds of a lifelong friendship that had leant to her lessons of trust and an unbreakable tether between the two of them. Around and around, she flew, demonstrating a few aerial acrobatics as she went. Flips, glorious arcs, and rotations while still in flight came out of her form with grace and serenity and above all else, ease. Flying to her was as natural as flowing was to water and each of her movements fit with such close unity into the next that one would have had a hard time telling where one began and the other ended. She never could herself, after all, and to be honest, she had never done a good deal of thinking while she flew. She didn’t have to. There was something so right about moving that way that she never took a moment to reflect over it and perhaps it was a bit selfish of her to take her skills for granted, but when you lived an easy life as she and her friend did, there was nothing to worry about, especially not having what you loved taken away. A languid fluidity filled her manner as she circled him overhead and when he held his head aloft, she ascended with all the smoothness that her earlier movements had promised and smiled gently at him though the expression went unseen by the male, it was not unfelt. They were to perform their greatest trick yet and once she’d finished climbing, she gave held herself aloft with much the same control and strength that the twisting male below had shown. There was no tension or nervousness to be found within her small form, she’d done this far too often to ever feel that way, and only joy and warmth from the sun spread throughout her.
His wings, having taken in much sunlight, gave off a suddenly luminous glow! Even as he rotated there above the water, they were still flapping with large yet gentle motions and with each beat, they threw off more silvery powder into the air. But now that they were glowing, it radiated out more strongly, more thickly. He began to twist faster and the water grew disquieted with murmurings and excited gurgling issuing up from the depths below while his wings threw aloft a heavy cloud of scintillating sparkles, but they had not a chance to form some ugly, choking thickness because as they left his wings, they were immediately turned into a funnel by her now rapid orbiting of him. Around and around she flew again, this time bringing the sparkles with her with her velocity and a large, silvery funnel developed over the water’s surface, drawing some of the stream up into it which gave it body and shape. The male’s large blue eyes snapped opened and he gave one final large flap of his wings and flew upward definitively out of the funnel just as it filled with water and she, upon seeing him exit, made a pleased sound and began descending with her ever present spiral, tightening up the once loose bottom. Up and down she worked, like a bee laying honey comb until her funnel threw off a bright, gliterring light composed of Silver Wind and water droplets. But the duo was not done yet. Together, they flew downward into the funnel and each gave a powerful gust, spinning together, their wings beating in perfect tandem and rhythmn which caused the strong vortex to explode from within, scattering the glowing globules of pollen and water throughout the air beneath the sun, casting all in their glow.
And where had once stood a raging funnel were those two, circling each other slowly, happy to be in each other’s presence and still unknowing of their audience as the rain of their funnel drizzled from above for a short time. Though after a few moments it too vanished, but it left their bodies dotted with bits of sparkling water diamonds that shone just a bit more brightly when the sun caught their bodies. They were at their best together. Nothing would ever change that. Nothing.[/size] [/color]
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Post by zom on Dec 25, 2007 20:06:04 GMT -5
For once, every single voice in Theo's head was quiet.
The human's eyes were wide with wonder as he watched the simply spectacular show the two Beautifly were so kind as to put on for he and his Pokemon. Their dancing reminded him of a more graceful, more elaborate version of Opera's spinning, and it kept him captivated just as well; twists and turns mid-air were contrasted beautifully by absolute stillness on the male Beautifly's part, and then, as if it had been rehearsed, the two creatures moved in perfect harmony.
A fantastic glow shone off of the male Beautifly's multi-colored wings, and Theo found himself gasping quietly, unable to look away. The boy did tend to hallucinate, and though only sometimes was he aware that this was so, he was thinking now that the Pokemon's beautifully-colored wings and delightful display reminded him of a very good hallucination. The colors were too vibrant and the movements too fluid; surely it couldn't be real, especially not when executed by wild Pokemon. And yet... somehow, he came to the conclusion that it was real. Like something out of a dream, true, but his hallucinations were never like that. They were more like something out of a nightmare. This was, most definitely, reality.
Which meant that he was, really, seeing the Silver Wind begin to swirl around, thicker and brighter, due to the spinning caused by the female Beautifly's orbiting. Water was kicked up, mixed with the silver powder, and soon, a huge funnel was formed, sparkling brightly. It was like a fireworks show, only less terrifying. No loud noises, and no startling suddenness. It was all so natural, so obvious, and yet Theo hadn't seen any of it coming, but it didn't surprise him. Maybe it was the quiet, strange chime of the bell about his neck that left him feeling sedated and calm, but then, why would he have been so mesmerized?
Oh, his thoughts were confusing, but he noticed that they were all his, and the voices seemed as awe-struck as he was. It was wonderful. He bit his lip, watching as the two bug-types flew with more grace than he'd previously thought possible, fluttering up, up, up, and then down together, side-by-side, into the vortex. There was certainly a part of him, now, that wanted to panic; what if they got hurt in there? But there was a sudden explosion of light and water, shimmering and lovely. When the spray of the water had cleared, Theo could see the two wild creatures lazily dancing in circles, pleased with themselves and with the world.
"W-wow," he croaked, his voice quiet, so raspy that it was near-impossible to really tell what he'd said, but he didn't want to clear his throat and snap the two Beautifly out of their serenity. He had to admit, he was... touched. Such a strange, amazing display would do that to you, especially when you least expected it to happen. He'd all but forgotten about the cold, about where he was, about what he was supposed to be doing. The voices were slowly returning, murmuring incomprehensibly, but they seemed to be trying to gather their bearings as well.
Dumpling had tears in his eyes, his tiny forelegs raised and his paws pressed to his mouth as he gazed upon the fantastic, sparkling aftermath of the dance. +M-maa... that was... b-beautiful...+ Opera, though as silent as ever, was twirling with more rhythm and grace, seemingly attempting to do what the Beautifly had done, and there was a sort of cheer to the way he moved. Even Imogene seemed not to know what to say or do; she had a very blank look on her face, her mouth hanging open a little.
The Mareep in Theo's arms shifted his head, and the Soothe Bell chimed again, this time louder on accident. Theo tried to be quiet about clearing his throat, but ended up coughing and wheezing, shifting his arms so that he could cough into the crook of one and hold Dumpling in the other. Imogene let out a sort of whine. Opera slowed in his spinning to observe his trainer, and see if the blond boy was alright. The silence was broken.
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Post by bran on Dec 25, 2007 21:11:08 GMT -5
[OOC: You are officially one of my favorite people to mod ever. =o This is so much fun. Doesn't feel like work at all. Thank you for being a pleasure to write for.]
The chime of a bell carried over the silence of their peaceful moment and the two Beautifly paused for a moment to watch the commotion taking place on the shore of the stream. The sound had been but a gentle intruder on their play and they welcomed it with open arms, unable to rebuff such an innocent, sincere tinkling and not willing to do so even if they had been blessed with the fortitude of mind to do such a harsh thing. Curiosity shone in their sapphire orbs and they blinked at first once and then twice and then a third time at the strange being standing there with a Mareep in its arms. Oh how the male loved Mareep. To follow those delightfully mild creatures all about and watch their wool shift pleasantly in a scented breeze and to rest in the tender embrace of those soft, alluring curls was often a favorite past time in the spring months when there were many of the creatures grazing in the fields that they liked to visit on their flights of fancy that took them to many places, none of which they knew of before arriving there. The male raised its hand as if to wave and the female, at first curious as to why her companion had ceased his flying, was quick to follow his lead. This was a treat! Others to play with! While they enjoyed their privacy and these quiet moments together when they could reaffirm their friendship and further strengthen their relationship and bond, they more enjoyed being able to be in the company of others and to bask in the glow of meeting new and exciting things. How wonderful it was to make new friends and they did so quite often on their trips to here and there and back again so to have new beings just walk up to them was quite the treat indeed. The whole while they had been unaware of being watched, but now they wondered, sharing a glance between the two of them and a quaint little smile of bewilderment along with that glance, if the small collection of onlookers had been there the entire time. Audiences made performing more fun, but they didn’t want to appear as if they were showing off or anything of that nature! Oh no! They performed for their own pleasure or for the pleasure of others, never to demonstrate their skill or superiority. What they’d done was something that they just did and not something they’d set out to do to garner accolades... Sincerely, they hoped that it wouldn’t cost them a new friendship.
The male was first to move toward the edge of the water, being the older and more confident of the two, and did so without reservation or inhibition in his movements. Wings drawn back and pushed back forward with grace and that ever present ease brought him near and he hovered there in place in front of the human. He did not leave the water per se and kicked lazily at the stream which had returned it’s calm, running state after their attacks had passed, but he did make eye contact with the entire group and beamed happily up at them. He was pleased to see them and happy that they had chosen to enter into his life and made several satisified gestures to show them such. First, he waved his arms around and nodded vigorously several times, head tilting all the way back before he brought it back down again. And then there were the small, for he was a small, elegant being and was not used to making large, grossly massive movements and exaggerations, cries of ”Fly! Fly!” Directed at no one in particular, these were simply expressions of welcome and good cheer. Growlithe, Mareep, Baltoy, and human. An odd group to be sure, but it was their oddity that made them so precious in the male’s mind. He would never again see such a strange group assembled and he found it quite amusing that they seemed to get along so well. Amusing and lovely, actually. It was nice to see the wolf and sheep, that being Growlithe and Mareep, exist to peacefully together! How wonderful. The male was ever the idealist and stood firm in his belief that everything could be peaceful and calm so long as everyone made it their personal affair to never intentionally war with another creature. To let every beast and Beautifly live its own life as it would and to attend to your own flowers. Yes. That was the key to a happy world. And for the most part, those who had listened to his teachings had gone on to live happy, well-adjusted lives.
She came soon after her friend though somewhat slowly. However, despite her shy approach, she was every bit the graceful ballerina she’d been before and moved with a lithe, deliberate agility that belied her somewhat demure nature. There were times when she was the spark of life that drove their duo to the next level, when her charisma was so over the top that even her friend was taken aback and enthralled by it even though he’d seen it one thousand times, but then there were times when she became quiet and slow to put forth her ideas or to make suggestions to him. These were the times when her confidence sank into the pit of her belly and his personality, which was grandiose and sustaining, overwhelmed her. While she absolutely loved meeting new creatures and forming new friendships, she found it hard to warm immediately to others and let out all of that eagerness, but it was there. Oh, how it was there... but she just didn’t know how to let it all out. But for the most part, she was content letting him lead and taking her moments in the sun when they came. Easily, she came into place by him, but rose a bit until she was eye level with the Mareep, at whom she smiled before patting it lightly on the head. “Beauti! Fly!” It was a pleasure to meet this rag-tag group. Both of them now together again, they rose to the same level, meaning the male elevated himself, and they floated around the group, curious and happy to have met new beings, to inspect them. Making cheerful sounds as they flew, wings letting out bits of sweet-smelling pollen with each sweep they made. It came out lightly, not thickly, and was scattered swiftly over the wind, but the scent of honey suckle did not leave them, bathing their bodies in its lightly aromatic fragrance.
How lucky they were to have been here at this moment when new creatures had arrived, the male thought as he and the female returned to floating just above the water’s surface. And there they remained, gleefully watching the strangers watch them and enjoying the sunshine that warmed them up from the inside out. The day had just become a bit brighter.[/font] [/color]
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Post by zom on Dec 26, 2007 14:28:51 GMT -5
((Awuuuu. <3 I'm so glad you're enjoying myself; I gotta say, this is really fun. You're an incredible roleplayer.))
Theo watched with a faint bit of nervousness as the two wild creatures seemed to notice the group's presence at last. He was not worried, nor could he force himself to be worried about such a thing, that the two Beautifly would attack them. He just didn't want them to fly away, startled by the presence of a human and three trainer-owned Pokemon. He knew, of course, that wild Pokemon were oftentimes shy, or dodged away from the more violent, more power-hungry humans. Though these particular words weren't used in his current train of thought (which was gradually fading, giving way to the mumblings of the voices that were steadily growing louder in his head), he undoubtedly would have been ashamed had he thought of them. Violent, power-hungry... That was him. It was probably good that he didn't realize it. Oh, how horrified he would have been to realize such a terrible thing about himself...
One of the two wild creatures lifted a hand in a sort of wave, and Theo released a tiny sigh of relief. Good; they didn't seem frightened. Perhaps they should have been, what with Imogene quietly coming back to her senses and one of the voices in Theo's head managing to mumble something about how the two "namby-pamby pixies" would be perfect targets. Easy to burn their wings off, nothing to it...
'Shut the hell up,' growled Theo's thoughts, a particular venom in his tone. He wouldn't have the stupid voices talking about such lovely creatures like that. (It is unfortunate, but one should note that the voices are simply an extension of Theo himself, his innermost thoughts and feelings. This means, of course, that somewhere deep down, he really did want to hurt the poor Beautifly. Once again, it is probably a good thing that he didn't realize this about himself. But, in his defense, there is a faint chance that these vicious urges are simply created by his mental instability, and, should he ever decide to do the right thing and take his meds, they would disappear. Hard to tell.) Pushing the murmurings of the hallucinations out of his thoughts, trying very hard to pay them no mind, he smiled a tiny bit at the male Beautifly. Though wild, the two creatures seemed friendly.
The male Beautifly was approaching them, now, and Dumpling let out a teary "maaa" of delight. The electric-type had tiny, sparkling tears dripping from his eyes, ones that he was trying desperately to wipe away (He didn't want to seem like a baby, after all!), but they weren't tears of sadness. On the contrary; he was feeling so, so happy! A sensitive, sweet soul such as himself couldn't help but be touched by such a lovely performance, and it was showing. Now, he was getting the chance to meet the performers, and the air of glee around him was practically tangible, despite the salty liquid leaking from his eyes.
Though Dumpling was obviously the most eager of the group to meet the Beautifly, Opera was focusing his gaze upon the two wild creatures, still twirling cheerfully, and Imogene didn't seem to have it in her to bark and growl and warn the male Beautifly away as she would have done with any other creatures daring to approach her precious trainer. Theo croaked out a "hi" once the wild Pokemon began to chirp out excited and friendly greetings, a smile upon the blond boy's face.
Dumpling smiled in delight as the female Beautifly approached him, specifically, patting him on the head. "Maaa!" he bleated, waving his little arms cheerfully, the last of his tears being shed.
Then, as the two creatures rose into the air side-by-side and began to circle them, spreading light, wonderful-smelling pollen, the group made noises of surprise and amazement. Theo's smile widened to a shy sort of grin, a giggle bubbling from his throat. Imogene jumped a bit, whining in curiosity, but the sweet scent was delightful to her super-sensitive nose, and it wasn't long before she relaxed. Dumpling was waving his arms and smiling and bleating, his tail wagging and glowing excitedly. Opera, though lacking a nose to smell the pollen, seemed charmed, twirling and dancing mid-air happily.
It was magical, really, how something as simple as a couple of friendly Beautifly could make Theo feel so warm, even when it was so cold outside. The boy's Soothe Bell jingled with the same delight the group was displaying. Yes, this really was like something out of a dream... Theo was beginning to wonder if he would wake up if he pinched himself. He hoped not.
"Having fun, love?" cooed Reese, and Theo nodded just a little, enough that it wasn't obvious to anyone but himself. "That's good. Very good. Just remember... we're here to train..."
The blond boy's grin faltered a little. "Choose a good moment to strike, and then do it, Theo. They won't see it coming... You'll be more powerful as a result..." Now his expression was blank, thankfully difficult to notice while his Pokemon were still looking so cheerful. "Jack was right, of course... These two are perfect targets..."
'Reese,' Theo thought quietly, met by silence. 'Be quiet. I-I won't hurt them. Not unless they want to battle. No. Leave me alone.' The following hushed murmuring the voices produced was, for the most part, angry. Was Theo ignoring them? Refusing their orders? Oh, no... No, that wouldn't do. Lila, Benny and Art seemed like the three that actually agreed with Theo. Art wasn't laughing. He was talking, a quiet voice, insisting that they really didn't need to fight... He just wanted to play with the Beautifly. Lila was talking about how pretty, how peaceful the two creatures were, and agreeing with Art, hesitant to do them any damage. Benny was whimpering, crying softly about how such lovely Beautifly didn't deserve the violence the rest of the voices were insisting on.
It was a full-scale battle in Theo's head soon after that. Screams and shouts; he twitched, the Soothe Bell jingling. It didn't help much, and he couldn't ignore them. Reese was the only one who was silent at this point, but it wasn't a peaceful silence at all. It was as angry as the voices, and scheming.
Dumpling was the first to notice the human's strange behavior. He looked up, only to see that Theo was looking slightly pained, one eye squinting a bit in his agony. The Mareep frowned. +Maaa... Are you okay?+
The other two followed suit. +Master? Master, is something wrong? What's wrong, Master?+ whined Imogene, rubbing against Theo's leg. Opera was silent, but his twirls were more subdued, now, and he was focused on his trainer with what might have been concern. (It was difficult to be sure.)
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Post by carnax489 on Dec 26, 2007 16:22:40 GMT -5
Just then, a snap of a twig nearby made the Beautifly go tense, preparing to run. However, the sight of an Arceus made the two relax, and continue to fly around Theo and his group. Behind the Arceus, Professor Chris made himself visible to the others, eyes immediately going towards Theo. Noticing something about the boy, Chris walked forward, a Riolu appearing on his shoulder. "Hi" he said in a gentle tone, holding out his hand to Theo. "I'm Chris. What's your name?"
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Post by zom on Dec 26, 2007 18:57:20 GMT -5
Theo, too, seemed to jump slightly at the sound of a twig snapping. He whirled around, the Bell tied around his neck jingling, and Dumpling let out a sound of surprise and shock upon spotting the Arceus. Holy Arceus, it was... it was Arceus! Dude!
The blond boy seemed, reasonably, shocked, even more so when a human emerged from behind the legendary creature. Did this mean that Arceus had a trainer? What was with all these legendary Pokemon running around with trainers? Fuck, he wanted one! Theo glanced at the little Riolu open Chris's shoulder, and then turned his attention to the older boy, wary and nervous.
"...Hi," rasped the schizophrenic, shooting another quick, amazed glance at the Arceus. "...Theo." He spared a quick look at Chris's hand, but didn't shake it; on the contrary, he looked as if he thought it would leap out and bite him. He seemed quite unnerved, probably mostly because of the voices, but also because the brunette had appeared so suddenly. It made Theo suspicious (as was pretty easy to do).
Imogene was snarling at Chris, watching him with menace in her eyes. +Back up, kid,+ she growled, warning him away. Opera just lazily twirled mid-air.
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Post by carnax489 on Dec 26, 2007 19:07:47 GMT -5
"It's okay, I won't harm you in any way" Chris said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you Theo. And I take it these are your Pokemon. Well, obviously not the Beautifly, I can easily tell they're wild." Sitting down near the Growlithe, Chris watched the Beautifly. "They're so beautiful at this time of year" he commented with a smile. Riolu leapt down to the Growlithe and said <Hi, I'm Anubis. What's your name?>, taking the same polite tone as his trainer. A Soothe Bell hung around his neck as well, jingling gently.
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Post by zom on Dec 26, 2007 23:11:53 GMT -5
Theo still didn't seem convinced, but the brunette did seem pretty harmless. Very calm, friendly. Didn't mean he trusted the guy. He was almost... too friendly. Hmmmm. Suspicious. (Only Theo could really see any sort of menace in being friendly.) He didn't respond to the older boy, just eying him warily. He shot one more glance at the Arceus (seriously, where the hell could he get one of those?!), then began to stare once again at the Beautifly circling overhead. They really were lovely... He'd rather focus on them than this "suspicious" (but not really) stranger.
Imogene eyed Anubis with distaste. +None of your beeswax, runt.+ She growled a little at him, curling her lip and flashing her sharp teeth, before turning away. Hmph. Dumpling bleated at the Growlithe, frowning. +Maa... B-be nice, Imma...+ +Hmph,+ grunted the fire-type, though she did fall silent. Opera spun lazily, now following after the two bug-types that were circling over the group.
The blond boy leaned back his head for a moment, stretching, trying to relax himself a little; the voices were seriously stressing him out, and the Soothe Bell around his neck was urging him to calm down, its chimes pleasant and sweet and oh-so comforting. Theo noticed that Anubis had a Bell like his own, and he lifted a hand to jingle the one around his neck, sighing quietly upon hearing the sound he was coming to like quite a lot. Double the ringing from Bells like this meant double the effect, and Theo really did feel happier, especially while watching the Beautifly dance through the air and spread their sweet-scented pollen across them.
"Maaaa~" bleated Dumpling peacefully, and Theo bobbed his head in a nod, as if he understood what he was agreeing with. Well, Chris seemed to be easy enough to ignore when he wasn't talking, kind of blending in with everything else, really. So it was alright for him to be there. You know, so long as it didn't turn out that he was a half-vamp like Jack, or some other freaky creature. He already had an Arceus, so that was alarming enough...
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Post by carnax489 on Dec 27, 2007 15:46:03 GMT -5
Eventually, Chris' gaze shifted to the Mareep and gave a pleasant smile. "I can understand why people become distrusting of others. It's usually down to some sort of horrible experience that haunts the person, so they become afraid that they can't talk to others. But I know that with the right amount of support, they can overcome their problems." Letting out a sigh, he admitted "My parents are dead, and I felt that I was to blame because I wasn't there to save them. But thanks to my Pokemon, and reuniting with my sisters, I'm a lot happier now. And now, I'm also a professor. What I'm trying to say is...if you need help with something, just ask." He then returned to watching the Beautifly, who landed on his outstretched arm happily.
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Post by zom on Dec 28, 2007 22:00:55 GMT -5
Theo simply raised an eyebrow at the brunette, looking perplexed. He didn't trust people because they weren't trustworthy. Period. Was that really so surprising? He was pretty damn sure he'd never had any sort of "horrible experience" that "haunted" him, and the reason he wouldn't talk about something like that even if he had gone through it was because he didn't trust people. Yeesh...
And now Chris was chit-chatting casually about how his parents were dead, but now he was happy because he'd said hello to his sisters somewhere along the way. And also, he's a professor. Exciting. Why did he think Theo would really care? Freak. "No, thanks," grunted the blond, rolling his eyes a little. He couldn't help himself. This guy talked an awful lot like the shrinks he hated so much; they acted like they knew everything, like they knew him, and tried to get him to tell them things about himself. Why would he want to share personal shit with a stranger? "I don't need help. And you should mind your own business."
Though Imogene let out a bark of laughter, nodding her head in agreement with her trainer, Dumpling frowned up at Theo. Chris was being very friendly, and the blond boy was responding with rudeness! "Maaaa..." Theo glanced down at the Mareep, his Soothe Bell jingling quietly, and he sighed, shooting Chris a wary look before looking away again. He didn't owe the guy any sort of apology. The professor was being nosy. Hmph. Opera turned his body a little in what might have been the shake of his head if he was capable of making such a gesture, but naturally, he kept quiet.
"Now stab him!" giggled Jack, followed by a brief silence before the rest of the voices started laughing and both disagreeing and joking about said idea. Art did a hilarious impression of Chris, as he would sound with a knife (Really, where would Theo get one of those, anyway? He didn't have one on him.) stabbed into him; squeaky and high-pitched and whiny. ("Ohhhh, nooooo~! It huuuurts, it huuuuurts, I'm bleeeeeeediiiiiiiiing~! AHAHAHAHA~") This was followed by raucous laughter, and Theo twitched, annoyed, though he had to admit the idea was funny to him, too. Heh. Stupid shrink (and he was actually a professor, too, which was a bit like a doctor, and shrinks were doctors, right? It worked perfectly!) getting what he deserved... He couldn't even begin to imagine how much that sounded like a good idea.
((No offense meant to you or your character. xD; Theo's just incredibly rude and nasty.))
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Post by carnax489 on Jan 4, 2008 21:16:49 GMT -5
((Yeah, I figured)) Chris merely looked at Theo's forehead, as if concentrating on something. Eventually, all of the other voices in Theo's head heard the same thing: "Why don't you just butt out of his business and actually let the kid make his own damn decision!?" Eventually, a burst of bright light emerged from what appeared to be a sword sheath on Chris' hip, revealing the form of Arceus. "You should really try to think for yourself for once, instead of listening to the conflicting voices in your head" both the Arceus and Chris stated at the same time. "It might actually help you."
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Post by zom on Jan 4, 2008 21:41:21 GMT -5
((Just making sure. :B))
Now, of course, Theo was used to voices in his head. He was completely used to having screaming going through his mind at almost all times, and he probably wouldn't have been surprised if it wasn't for the fact that this was a new voice shouting at him. As such, he jumped, startled and a bit frightened, until he figured out just why there was a new voice: It was Chris. And that only freaked him out more.
The voices, of course, just laughed, and laughed, and laughed... Why would they give a damn what anyone thought? They didn't care what Theo thought, and they were Theo. "And why don't you butt out of psycho-boy's head, huh? It ain't your business what Theo's thinking, kid." "Yeah, you pussy. Leave us the hell alone." "AHAHA.. HAHAHA... HAAAAAA..." "Our business is his business, and his is ours... We don't care about you, though..."
Theo stayed silent, staring with wide eyes at the brunette in front of him. How was this boy in his head? Why the hell was the Arceus glowing? What was going on? ...But then, upon hearing what Chris went on to say, the blond boy's expression changed completely. Previously he'd seemed startled, scared... Now, he looked furious. "Oh? O-oh, yeah? Y-yeah? I should just ignore them? I-ignore them when they're fucking screaming? All the time? They're there all the fucking time, you ass! You don't know anything about me, or anything about wh-what's going on with me! Do you know wh-what it's like to have these damn voices yelling at me? Every day? E-every minute? Every f-fucking second? How about th-this, you dipshit..." Theo let out a dry, humorless, down-casting laugh. "...You can have the fucking voices, and then, let's see how well you can think for your FUCKING self."
The schizophrenic all but spat the last few words of his hysteric, snarling rant; his fists were clenched and his eyes were narrowed and his eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks were flushed and even the jingle of his Soothe Bell and the worried bleating of Dumpling couldn't calm him down. This guy was exactly like the shrinks. Exactly. Exactly... Arceus, Theo hated shrinks... Fuck! Fuck!
The voices were chattering in agreement, cackling with laughter, spitting curse words and threats and vile insults at Chris, who they presumed was still listening, and Theo did nothing to even attempt at stopping them. This guy deserved it. He knew nothing, and Theo hated it when people who nothing tried to act like they knew everything...
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Post by carnax489 on Jan 7, 2008 7:50:40 GMT -5
Chris just smiled at the insults, glad that they were shouting at him and at least giving Theo a bit of peace. When he said that he could have the voices, he said "Alright, how about I take you up on that offer? Arceus can take the voices out of your head and into mine, and I'm willing to bet you one of my strongest Pokemon that I can cope with them. So, what do you think? Sound like a deal to you?" It was obvious that he wasn't going to give up on this.
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Post by zom on Jan 7, 2008 19:05:17 GMT -5
Theo looked slightly dumbfounded, an angry train-wreck halted in place. Wait. ...Wait. He was... serious? No way.
He had been just being sarcastic! How... No! It couldn't... couldn't be that simple. The doctors had all said that the problem was schizophrenia, or multiple-personality disorder, a hint of paranoia... but it had all been in the same area. It was a mental disorder. You couldn't remove it just like that, or... or... The medicine was the only way to make them leave, but this boy Theo had hardly met was saying he could take the voices away. ...No... No chance... It would be too unfair to know he'd suffered so long when it was as simple as this. Who did... Wh-who did Chris think he was? Fuck... fuck... Theo hated doctors... Professors... Whatever.
The voices had fallen silent, clearly as shocked as their host. This silence did not, however, last long; soon, they were in an uproar again, but it was all pointed once more at Theo. "DON'T DO IT--" "WE'LL KILL YOU--" "--HAHAHAAHAHAAHHAAAA SLIT YOUR THROAT--" "NO, NO, NO, NO--" "YOU LITTLE BITCH, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT--" "--AND WE'LL KNOW IF YOU DO!"
Most alarming for poor Theo was that Reese, the guiding light, the comforting presence, was joining in. Quieter, true, meaning that Theo could hardly pick him out, but he struggled to do so. "If you take his offer, love... I'll kill you. We'll get you. Hunt you down. You'll never see the light of day again. Never. You will suffer forever, we'll make sure of it... Yes... You'd better not, love... Theo... Psycho...!"
The blond's pale-blue eyes were wide and miserable as he listened to their horrible threats and insults, and if it wasn't for Dumpling clutched in his arms (the Mareep looked intensely worried), no doubt that Theo would have been clutching at his head for dear life, as if it would detach itself if he didn't hold on. 'R-Reese...' "What, you little monster?" A growl rumbled in Theo's throat, his teeth gritted and his eyes narrowing. He wanted to cry. He wouldn't cry.
Why did they have to get like this whenever he so much as moved for the pills? When he got the odd urge to make things better, to improve everything, they would terrorize him into doing nothing, frighten him to do what they wanted him to do. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why?
...Why... why not get rid of them? They would be Chris's problem, and... and... yeah... yeah...
The voices grew louder still, more mutinous, and Theo winced. He felt deafened.
"...You'll regret this, love..."
Right around then, the hallucinations started.
Perhaps the voices had done it to spite him, or it was just bad timing, or Theo needed those pills worse than he ever would want to admit (since the voices would have tried to bite his head off for it). Whatever the case was, things were beginning to distort, to change. Subtle, subtle, but no, it was so vibrant, the colors bright but the mood dark as night, so dark... It was like an abstract painting, like the work of Dali, that Theo was seeing now, except it wasn't a painting. It was real life.
Not so real anymore, huh?
Theo took a step back from Chris, looking terrified, his lower lip trembling. He was squeezing the Mareep in his arms tightly, either to protect the creature or to comfort himself, it wasn't clear; Dumpling was bleating loudly, trying to figure out the problem, as he was really very confused as to what was going on. Imogene was barking in alarm, now, seeming panicked by her trainer's behavior, and Opera was spinning urgently. The Baltoy flew forward to jingle Theo's Soothe Bell, but it did no good, and fell on deaf ears. As a matter of fact, he yelped, looking pained and frightened by the noise, though it was no more than a pleasant jingle.
"G-guh-get away..."
It would be difficult to guess what he was seeing. Who could really know what went on inside the head of a very crazy schizophrenic? Very likely it could not even have been accurately described, but Chris, assuming he was still in poor Theo's head, was experiencing it as well, now. Voices screaming, strange macabre images dancing before pale-blue, saucer-wide eyes, and every noise seeming amplified and changed somehow to something eerie...
Alarming, to say the least.
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Post by carnax489 on Jan 8, 2008 4:41:14 GMT -5
Chris just walked over to Theo, placing a gentle hand on his forehead to calm him. "Arcane, now!" he commanded. The legendary quickly ran over and, using his Psychic attack, began to transfer the voices in Theo's head to Chris. "I won't let him down" Chris thought silently, knowing he wouldn't be able to think peacefully once the voices were there. "I will help him!"
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Post by zom on Jan 8, 2008 11:20:35 GMT -5
At the touch, Theo only seemed to get worse; he was shaking horribly, his lower lip was trembling, his eyes were stretched wide with terror, and he was frozen in place, too gripped by fear to do anything else.
"What's going on?" "What is he doing?" "Oh, shit..." "NO!" "NO NO NO NO NO--" "STOP IT--" "WE'LL KILL YOU--" "GODDAMMIT!"
And then, Theo screamed. His violently-shaking hands dropped Dumpling, who plopped onto the snowy ground with a bleat of surprise, but was back on his feet and pawing at Theo's leg worriedly moments later. The blond boy was holding his head, shrieking in what seemed like pain; it felt like a pick-axe had been taken to his skull, like his head was splitting in two, a headache to end all headaches. Were the voices just trying to make a last stand? Oh, Arceus, he was gonna die... 'I-I'm gonna die...!'
But once the transfer of the voices was complete, the pain slowly faded, dulled into just a steady throb, and then left Theo numb. Everything was quiet. No more voices. No more anything. Everything still seemed a bit warped, a bit strange, and he probably was still hallucinating just a little, but... the voices were gone. They were gone. Unable to restrain himself, Theo sniffed, a sob wracking his body. He was alone. They were gone. No more torturous voices in his head... No more... He was free. He could do what he wanted without them there.
Another sob, and now Theo let his eyes focus (though it was difficult with the tears blurring his vision) on Chris. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not. He was glad for the voices leaving, but... Well, he was confused. He wasn't sure what to do now. He wasn't used to thinking on his own... But he would have to get used to it. The voices were Chris's problem now. Not Theo's. Theo was alone and free and happy and completely empty, devoid of voices and all the horrible things that came with them. Yes. Yes! Heeheeeheeee~!
A smile came to Theo's face, still rather manic, all things considered. But he was genuinely happy, though the confusion that came with it was great. "You... hah... hahah... hahahah! Hahahahahaahh..." He was laughing, with tears running down his cheeks and sobs making his body tremble and confusion so high it was ridiculous. He was just laughing, grinning, cackling at something unknown that seemed to have struck his funny bone. He gripped his stomach with his eyes remaining wide and staring at Chris, insanity still strong in those pale-blue orbs, but it was his insanity. Not the voices. They were gone! Hah! Hahaha!
"Maaa..." bleated Dumpling, still worried. Theo was being so weird... Imogene barked again, but slowly was backing down, defeated. Well, at least her trainer seemed... um... happy? Opera just twirled, potentially worried, but it was tough to tell.
Without any further warning, Theo lunged forward, his skinny arms wrapping around Chris's neck. Then, the blond leaned up and kissed poor Chris smack-dab on the lips, still giggling gleefully. You could really tell that Theo wasn't in his right mind, now, though it probably was obvious enough before...
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Post by carnax489 on Jan 8, 2008 11:53:01 GMT -5
Chris just stared in major shock as Theo kissed him. He felt a little worried, but at least Theo's voices were gone.
"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" a small, but very angry voice in his head yelled out.
Smiling, Chris just stated "Guess the fun's going to start soon."
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