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Post by Nada on May 20, 2011 11:07:48 GMT 11
"Richie, I want you to use your Flame Wheel! And Leonardo, counter him with a Water Gun! Remember the plan, you two!"
"Quilava!"
"Wartortle!"
In a practice duel, Nadia had pit her fire and water type Pokemon against one another to try and build a sort of tactical resistance for the Quilava. Sure, fire would always be weak to water, but you can't say you won't at least try to make do with what you've got. By doing what she could, Nadia was making an attempt to overcome this weakness. Wasn't easy and would always have a long way to go, but her Pokemon were understanding of this during their trial battles.
Everybody except for Riolu.
"Tch… it'll never work."
In an isolated corner of forest opening outside of Azalea Town stood Riolu, the enigma of Nadia's team. He was leaning with his back to a tree, arms crossed, watching everything the other team members did without a single trace of emotion coming across him.
"They're fools… all of them are fools." Riolu thought to himself angrily. "This bullshit they call training is so terrible that it can almost be considered a comedy. A comedy that isn't funny due to the pitiful excuses of Pokemon that "pretend fight" and think they're getting stronger. You don't pretend shit to bring out your strength… no, you do the real thing. You put your life on the line. The weak die and the strong prevail. I am strong because I am not dead. I'd laugh merrily at everybody else who made a weak attempt at what I've been through… they'd all die, mangled. And I'd laugh."
Unfiltered gaze, piercing the very soul. His eyes showed no signs of weakness and a world champion poker face. But inside this fighting Pokemon's mind was a mentality that was just as morbid as his exterior. He could picture it so easily… bloodied and mangled Pokemon, the heavy wheezing and gasps of the suffering. Locked in cages and fed a diet of questionable slophouse garbage, this was life for Riolu previously. To him, that was the world he knew and believed everything in it to be.
"I don't trust them. Not one. Little. Bit."
Life wasn't a beautiful thing. No, it was unforgiving and brutal. If you didn't fight and murder the ones who stood before you, you in turn would be the one to be killed. The formula was simple: The one who held the Pokeball was the one he had to obey. He has gone through a number of "trainers" before… for a short while was that purple bandanna wearing street punk. He was a joke and was unworthy of his skill. This girl, on the other hand, has shown to take authority more and a little bit more his kind… or so he though at first. Sure, he was forced by her to take out that Tentacruel, but that's exactly the kind of life he knew before. If he didn't fight that thing, he'd be dead. The brutality of this girl was all him… vicious. Bloodthirsty. Winning and battle was all that mattered. That's why he accepted her.
"Oh, no! Richie! Are you alright, buddy?"
"Quil…"
"Don't punish yourself, little guy. You tried." Nadia smiled. "We'll take this all just one baby step at a time. We can't have you hurt yourself in just training. Don't worry, you'll get stronger. I mean, you already have! You're still spectacular and…"
"Haaack!"
Riolu coughed loudly in disgust. What was with all the sweet-talking bullshit? She was meant to be this savage, fearless warrior! The Tentacruel thing was just an exception, thinking back. Al the other times it is "little buddy" this and "sweetheart" that. She's up to something… she's got to be. Those Pokemon don't mean a thing to her. They're all the same! And the more time he spends with Nadia, the more Riolu grows to hate her and think she is unworthy. Yet why is he still here? Why does he still obey her every order? She's not at all who he thought she was, yet here he still remains. She's so unworthy of his power… but he doesn't understand why he stays with her.
"This cushioned life of a pet is not for me…" Riolu growled to himself in frustration as he lowered his head, closing his eyes. "This is not how life is meant… no, this isn't even life. We're worthless. Disposable. Once we serve our purpose, we're discarded for the rats and die."
His paws started digging into his arms as Riolu thought back. He thought back to how life was before he got mixed up with the bandana and his Koffing. His former trainer; true trainer. He made him what he is now and he was powerful. He knew what life was about; Life was about… death.
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 20, 2011 13:29:15 GMT 11
Somewhere in a distant locale, far, far away from the lands of Johto was an exotically foreign land. This land boasted a present day which still lived in the shadow of its past and the numerous legends and myths surrounding it. No matter where you went, who you talked to or what you did, it would most likely be entwined with the past. Hearing of such rumours boasting that of powerful legends many were drawn to the lands in search of power, wealth and wisdom. One of which was a young man of rich and high class background. His lineage meant that he was already blessed with that of wealth and his education provided an element of wisdom. What had drawn him to this country was that of power. Money and intelligence could only go so far, in his mind he needed to quench that insatiable lust for limitless power. By journeying to this foreign land he desired the ultimate weapon, a Pokemon to be used as his tool for violence and domination. Little did he know, the hands of destiny would grant him with such an opportunity, albeit for a limited time only.
"Ahahaha! This place really does have a grand feeling to it." The finely dressed young male waltzed off the port located in Sunyshore City and took in his surroundings. "This trip had best be worth the return fare." The first thing that caught his attention as he entered the main part of the city was the hustle and bustle surrounding a huge stall of markets. His interest piqued, he decided to browse the wares and eavesdrop amongst the locals for any potential leads on where he might be able to obtain his goal. He slowly walked along, coughing loudly as people brushed against him as he neared. "Hmph! How dare such filthy peasants come in such close proximity to a man of my high stature?!" His indignant looks were overwhelming enough that a number of people cleared an immediate path in front of him. He smirked and continued walking along at a leisurely stroll. The people had since fallen silent and he fell angry at the lack of gossip.
"These idiots! This land was meant to be swimming with tales of myths and legends. Now that i'm here this seems the exact opposite. Even blasted Kanto has more talk of legends and they turned out to be flaming, electrified and frozen chicken!!" He was approaching the end of the market stalls and was about to let his anger get the better of him when an eerie sounding voice called out to him. "Kekekekekekeke, young man! You seem disappointed. Would you not check out my fine wares? I am renowned for stocking items related to that of which you truly desire." The male looked up, his eyes narrowing on the source of the excruciating laugh. On top of a pile of boxes was a small wraith of a man nodding his head back and forth while smoking an ornate looking pipe. "I have no times for games old man!" The merchant cackled again before blowing a huge blast of smoke towards his face. "Kakakakakaka! Look, my friend, look! I am surprised you cannot hear it calling you."
The young man looked ever more frustrated as he looked the merchant dead in the eyes. "I am NOT in the-" He abruptly stopped. A golden reflection beamed into his eyes. He hurriedly examined the wares in front of him. He was surprised to see such a wide range of Pokeballs on sale, there were dozens upon dozens. After much baited breath his hand lunged out and grabbed the source of what had distracted him. His mouth was opened in awe his eyes glossed over with wonderment. Before him was a mystical looking Pokeball, the likes of which he had never seen let alone imagined in his wildest dreams. The creepy salesman laughed with much furore as the potential customer eyed his goods. "Yes, yes, YES! Is that not what you seek?"
The merchant leaned forward, closer to the young man and grinned with this toothless smile. "Kekekekekeke, let me tell you about that Pokemon. It was something I excavated on an expedition to an abandoned set of ruins. It is my prized stock. The Pokemon inside is truly without peer." He began stroking his long wispy beard reminiscently. "As swift as the coursing river, the force of a great typhoon..." He inhaled his pipe before continuing onwards. "...The strength of a raging inferno and as mysterious as the dark side of the moon." He nodded as he finished. "That my good friend is a Pokemon of unrivalled power." That was all the young man needed to hear. "Unrivalled power." It was what he had set out to obtain. "I don't care how much this costs, this is now mine." Out of his jacket pocket he withdrew enough to be considered a vast fortune and laid it in front of the merchant. The merchant's eyebrow raised inquisitively. "Are you not going to see it for yourself?"
The male nodded. At this point he felt a strong sense of unease. It was almost as if the merchant had taken a hold of his mind and planted an infinite amount of persuasions to receive take this Pokemon. Then again perhaps it was something else at work but such foolish concepts of fate and destiny were lost on the mind of this man. Excitedly, he adjusted the lock and sent forth the unknown Pokemon. With greed in his eyes he looked upon the creature that emerged from the Pokeball and waited as the blinding flash died down. What stood before him was the likes of something he had never seen before. "This is..."
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Post by Nada on May 20, 2011 15:01:59 GMT 11
"...Riooooooooooo..."
On the counter top between the old merchant and the young rich man came out a young looking Riolu, virtually only a puppy. The Pokemon was dressed in a rather flashy, yet simple oriental set of accessories. Around his neck hung an ancient looking necklace, possibly from Egyptian origin. A plaque engraving also hung on the necklace, hieroglyphs etched into it; Possibly his name? Lining his floppy aura ears were a series of thin golden rings in a pattern, going black, gold, black, gold, black. Around his wrists golden rings, one on each side while upon his head, topping off the whole look, was a headgear that resembled that of an ancient pharaoh.
Yawning quite loudly and slowly opened his eyes, the harsh sunlight made him wince in pain slightly. He felt almost newborn... his memory was fuzzy and he felt rather stale. Where he was at right now, where he has been, and even who he was is difficult to remember. He felt like head been asleep for at least a thousand years. Boy, that's not far from the truth.
Where...? Huh?
Adjusting to the light, the pup started focusing on his surroundings. Right off the bat, he could instantly tell he was surrounded by people and lots of them. Thinking, regaining his memory, he could remember that this was absolutely normal. But what startled him is how these people were dressed. Why were so many of their legs covered in blue cloth? And where's all the gold headgear? They didn't look anything at all like the people he was used to! And they were all just stopping what he was doing to look at him! Being adored was normal, but this was getting creepy.
"Mama, why is everybody looking-" Turning around behind him, trying to find the one face he could find comfort in, instead he was greeted by a creepy old man with absolutely no teeth. Well, the no teeth thing was normal, but he sure as hell wasn't his mother.
"Where am I?!"
Starting to panic, he looked around himself frantically. Now that he was looking at the location and not the people, he could tell something right off the bat: He wasn't at home anymore! This wasn't the city or the palace he had known! He had no clue to his location in the world, but the distinct look of a market place was more than familiar. Then looking up the man who stood on the other side of him, glaring down at him. He dressed differently, but he still had the aura of that of somebody who was rich, rich, RICH. Then, suddenly, the only logical answer to Riolu popped into his head from what he knew.
"I've been kidnapped and being sold for slave labor!"
Breaking into a crazed panic, Riolu jumped directly at the rich man and knocked him down to the ground. He then proceeded to launch himself into the crowd of people, losing his valuable headgear along the way. As for the rest of his goods, they still remained firmly attached to him. He had to make a sacrifice of losing that thing, but it didn't matter. His only objective now was to get back to the palace and back to his mother. He made a great stretch through the hordes of people and looked at the landmarks... his heart grew heavy as the constructions were so radically different. He feared he has been taken to a far away land and getting back home would be impossible.
OoC: Note when the font is italic. That means he's thinking or talking to himself where he can understand what he's saying. And since he is younger, his font is a light blue to signify is youth and naivety.
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 21, 2011 12:33:51 GMT 11
A maliciously evil smile swept across the new owner's face. "Perfect! PERFECT! This Pokemon, I can feel the majestic aura emanating from it just as it stands there. Looks as if the legends behind these lands were true. I'll be able to achieve my ambitions with this." He looked over to the merchant and slapped another small fortune onto the counter. "Here's a bonus." The way the man threw around his money was like a child playing with his toys. Just as his guard was let down by adding more money, the Riolu jumped him and ran off.
The man fell down and landed ungracefully on his rear end. "OUTRAGEOUS!" He yelled with great indignation. He swerved his head around to try and glimpse the direction Riolu ran off in but failed to see. He slowly got back up and was clearly about to pop a blood vessel judging from the pulsating vein on his forehead. "WHERE DID HE GO YOU IDIOTS?!" He looked around waiting for an answer when a frightened women pointed towards the highest point of Sunyshore; the lighthouse. He snarled back to the merchant. "You can forget your money!" He swiped it back off the counter and then darted off in hot pursuit of the insubordinate little fool.
As he sped off, leaving a dust cloud in his wake, the toothless merchant inhale the last dregs of his pipe before blowing a huge puff of smoke around him. "That man has now met with a terrible fate." He slowly got his way off the counter and slowly lumbered his way to the item the Riolu had lost. The toothless grin returned. "I foresee much misfortune ahead. Your family name will be muddied, your wealth diminished and your power robbed. Kekekekekekekakakakakaka...!" He shuffled back to his perch and refilled his pipe and began puffing once more. Just then, a young boy shyly walked up to the stall and enquired about a specific Pokemon. The merchant's devilish grin faded and was replaced by that of a warm hearted smile. "Take your time my friend, take your time."
On the other side of Sunyshore, it was a different matter entirely. The man had followed the path pointed out to him and was seething red with anger. "When I capture this Pokemon i'm going to beat it within an inch of its life and show its pathetic self that I am its master." He looked down at the route. The concrete path forked in front of him, one leading back into the city and the other towards the city's lighthouse. His lips pursed into a sly smile. The path to the lighthouse was a beaten dirt path and look what just happened to be there. Paw prints looking all too familiar to a certain Pokemon. What delighted him even further was the lighthouse led to little elsewhere, for all intents and purposes, it was a dead-end.
He slowed his pace and strided towards the base of the lighthouse. Looking around in fear and confusion was the little blue creature. Waiting for its back to turn he crept up on it and grabbed it by its shoulder before dealing a hefty backhand across its face. "You." Another slap. "Insubordinate." WHACK. "Little." WHACK. "WHELP!" The final backhand struck directly across the Riolu's face and sent him flying into the wall. The man removed the mystical looking Pokeball from his pocket and displayed it to him victoriously. "I OWN YOU!" His eyes leered madly. "You're bound to me! You are my tool to do as I see fit!" He moved in closer and whispered threateningly. "Now. I will have you know, I could snuff you in the blink of an eye if I willed it and even that would be the pleasant option." He stood back up, glaring down at the Riolu.
He was very inexperienced with being denied his propositions. Confident he had intimidated the Pokemon enough, he tossed the mystical ball up and down in his hands. "Just think... Now I can take control of so many things. That rival family will be ruined, i'll be able to get a foothold in some less than legal activities and..." He blabbered on thinking of the huge potential now at his disposal before one tiny problem challenged itself. "Ah... True." He looked to the Riolu and smugly condescended him. "I have yet to see your power in action." He looked back up and noticed a confident looking trainer nearby. "Here is your chance."
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Post by Nada on May 21, 2011 14:48:39 GMT 11
This was some kind of nightmare. It just had to be! There was no possible way that he could've been kidnapped from the palace... it was too heavily guarded! The king would never let such a thing happen to his most cherished pets! And on top of that, Riolu knew that his mother would've beaten anybody all the way to hell if they tried so much as to land a hand on him... she had the ability of Level X and she had complete control over it! She was bred to house the strength and so was Riolu himself. But he doesn't know how to control it... he can't do much right now, he was too little. If only he had the power his mother had... she could take down entire armies on her own. She was unstoppable and that is why the king revered her so much.
"Must find a way out... a place to hide... a place to escape! Where can I-"
"We know you love Lifesavers Candies!"
Stopped from an ominous voice, Riolu looked back and forth. Where was the source of the voice coming from?! And... what was it saying anyway? This language was completely new to him; It sounded... like trash. And so did the voice. Turning around, he saw in a window a set of magic boxes with pictures in them. Really realistic pictures.
"We know that you love crunching them! And licking them!"
In the name if almighty Arceus, what the hell happened to that child's tongue?! It was huge! Larger than a Lickitung's tongue! And colored weird! And licking some round thing! This had to be hell!
"No! I've got to get out of here!"
Running away from the building housing the magic talking picture boxes, Riolu ran as fast as he could in no general planned direction. Where was a place he could hide out at? When he came to a fork in a road, he stopped and panted... where would he go? To his right, it went... somewhere. To the left there was a tall-like building. It looked kinda familiar...
"A lighthouse! It's got to be!"
So it looked different than the ones he knew before, but it was still a lighthouse just the same as the marketplace before was a marketplace! He would climb the tower and look out to the sea and to the town bellow. He could get a better understanding of where he should go if he's from on high. If he could locate the port, then maybe sneak his way over there and stow away on a ship, getting back to his home! It was a flawless plan!
Approaching the marvelous construction, the good news went sour. The door he found was made of solid iron, locked tighter than the most dangerous fugitive. Punch the door a couple of times, it was still no good It was just too strong. There had to be some kind of way in... maybe an open window or...
Suddenly, Riolu was grabbed on the shoulder, spun around, and backhanded across the face that his eyes instantly began to well up with tears.
"You."
A harsh slap once again on the opposite cheek.
"Insubordinate."
The hit came progressively harder.
"Little."
The bone felt like it cracked that time.
"WHELP!"
The final slap, which felt much more like a charging bull, sent Riolu crashing right into the wall right behind him. He smashes his head hard against the concrete surface and fell forward onto his paws and knees. He began bawling instantaneously, pleading for mercy and at the same time was coughing up a little bit of blood. In the commotion, his necklace and a few of the gold bands from his aura ears feel to the ground.
"What... what do you want from me...!?[/i]"
"Rioooooo... riolu rii rilooou...!?" He couldn't look up. He couldn't even open his eyes. He continued praying that this was only a nightmare, but the pain was way to extreme to be one. No, this wasn't any dream. He was in reality. A twisted, augmented reality where his near godly status wasn't anything anymore. He must be in a world where man has no longer the need of gods, not fearing them, and able to harness their powers for their own. He wasn't here to be of a council... he wanted the strength within Riolu. This man was after his Level X.
The rich man continued to mutter a couple of things, not a single word Riolu was able to comprehend. To please this man would probably be difficult to begin with, but now there was just this gap in the language barrier. The words he spoke were nothing but utter gibberish to him; They meant nothing. The only message that he could make loud and clear is that he was an aggressive, selfish man. One that seemed completely capable of perhaps overthrowing an emperor and taking the crown for himself.
When a trainer approached, Riolu didn't look up. He didn't know who was there, what was there, or even noticed that anybody has approached. He stayed on all fours, crying. The hint of the rich man to the approaching trainer meant nothing since Riolu couldn't understand his tongue. Rather, he remained submissive and embracing himself... he didn't know what else to do other than expect more hits to his body.
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 22, 2011 13:57:55 GMT 11
The wimpering Pokemon's inability to do anything greatly pushed the man's anger well over the edge. Having had everything handed to him on only the finest of golden platters throughout his life, this unexpected resistance to orders was like nails scratching against a chalkboard. He grabbed the front of the Riolu with both of his hands and dangled him in front of him, roaring with a boundless rage. "I thought Pokemon were meant to be smart!" He punched the Riolu square in the forehead and then shook him thoroughly. He opened his mouth and spat with anger. "YOU GO FIGHT HIM." With that he slammed him to the floor and kicked the Riolu forward along the stairs back to the dirt path.
The trainer in question stopped minding his own business and stood there with shock at the horrendously painful sight of trainer abusing his Pokemon. The rich man followed down the stairs and then gave the Riolu another swift boot forward. "Pathetic, if it can't follow orders... I shall have to BEAT them into it!" He shoved his foot down on the Riolu as he looked up to the trainer. "You; you're a Pokemon trainer right? Well, I have quite the proposition for you. If you can beat my own team, this cowardly little pup, I will not only stop being an oh so mean person towards it but I will give you my entire family's fortune. Deal?" He grinned smugly, he was sure the trainer would intervene regardless but he just couldn't help taking a gamble and putting it all on the line.
"You are sick. I wouldn't just stand by and watch as some hideously abusive trainer savagely beat his own Pokemon. Have you not considered creating a bond between you and your Pokemon? A bond of love and trust." The rich man spat on the floor and leered. "Stop giving me that preposterous cock and bull story." The kind trainer gritted his teeth angrily. "You're a monster! I'll show you the real bond of friendship between a Pokemon and its trainer! We'll wall back your vicious tendencies and save that poor Pokemon."
The trainer reached for his waist and removed an everyday Pokeball. It landed before them and revealed a Mr.Mime. "Okay Mr.Mime! We'll show him!" He turned to the Riolu and looked sadly at it but tried to convey his compassion. "I'm sorry little fella, we're gonna have to make you faint and win this so I can save you from all this trouble." The rich man rolled his eyes. "Oh rah rah, you're a filthy hypocrite. Besides, your words are wasted. The Pokemon's as dumb as a doorknob. It doesn't respond to anything." The trainer retorted back angrily. "Maybe if you didn't beat it all the time!" With such an opportunity before him, the abusive trainer yawned and pointed towards their opponent. "Riolu, beat him. If you don't... That Mr.Mime will surely hurt you far worse than I could ever hope to." He made a punching motion into the palm of his hand in the hopes it'd show what he wanted. Seeing he had made his move, the other trainer tried to counteract. "Mr.Mime! Create a Barrier in front of you!" Mr.Mime cried out and began performing its creepy mime impression. As it did, a solid wall appeared in front of them.
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Post by Nada on May 22, 2011 16:01:02 GMT 11
This man had to be rich, no doubt... he must've owned slaves. He had the complete brutality that would keep them all in line. Yet, he mustn't be rich enough to have slave drivers working under him if he had to be this brutal. Riolu's king, on the other hand, had the power to have such a luxury. He had seen them be whipped in the fields before, but never before did he sympathize for them. Even now, he doesn't sympathize for them. Instead, he can now relate to them to a small degree. In his mind, as he was being punched and thrown about, he couldn't even imagine how his current pain could be compared to a life time's worth of this kind of treatment. Sadly... he feared to imagine that this now would be his every day routine here on out.
His vision was starting to go black, in and out of consciousness for a few moments as he struggled to get himself back up. He could hear some words being bitterly spoken back and forth, still not a single word he could understand. Fighting off the urge to collapse right here and now, not understanding why he doesn't let it just happen, the other person sent out a Pokemon from a weird contraption. It... the device has somehow been able to hold the creature inside such a small and confined place! What sorcery was this? And... somewhat familiar... why?
A Mr. Mime. Oh, how Riolu's king loved these Pokemon, along with a Mime Jr. They were so flamboyant and funny to watch. Making these invisible walls and climbing invisible ropes and ladders, they were perfect gestures for the court! They too were also treated well, but not revered as deities. Their abilities were found more for entertainment than anything holy. The ability to see and harness the very life source, on the other hand, was considered deity material.
Mr. Mime spoke something, but Riolu instead was the first to talk and blubber through all spoke words. Even to himself, it was all hard to understand through his crying. But to the Mr. Mime, it was that and a whole 'nother element.
"Խնդրում եմ... Դուք ունեք ստացել է ինձ օգնել... Ես չգիտեմ, թե որտեղ եմ ես... որպես ընկերակից Հայերը, դուք պետք է կարողանա հասկանալ իմ Միջազգային իրավարար դատարան: Այդ մարդը իր վրա է վերցրել ինձ հեռու է իմ քաղաքը, իմ թագավորին, եւ մայրս! Խնդրեմ, Աղաչում եմ քեզ! Եթե դուք մի կերպ ազատ է այդ մարդը եւ վերադարձնում է ինձ, որտեղ ես պատկանում, ես կտամ քեզ բան եք ուզում! Ոսկի, Ձեր սեփական հողատարածքի... ոչինչ չի չափազանց մեծ գին! Իմ թագավորին կստիպի ձեզ շատ հարուստ, քան որեւէ այլ բան է ձեր մեծագույն երազանքների!"
Looking up with pitiful eyes, tears of great anguish seeping down his face, he couldn't decipher Mr. Mime's face. The tears made his vision all blurry, but... it looked like it didn't understand his tongue at all. Riolu muttered a few more words.
"Ո 'չ... չեմ ասում, դու չես կարող հասկանալ, ինձ էլ...[/i]"
Looking back at the man who now "owns" him, he was yelling more stuff at him. What the hell was he trying to convey? Well, obviously he hates his guts and isn't interested in a ransom... but what more does he want? But when the fist went into the hand, a pretty dead give-away signal that he was looking for a fight, Riolu pieced things together. He... wanted him to fight the Mr. Mime.
"Maybe... I will be let free..." Riolu thought.
Struggling to get back onto his feet, he whelped in pain at just this feat. He was still only a child and not used to this kind of abuse to his body... endless sunny days of relaxing by the water front with his revered mother, being fed grapes off the vines and fanned with palm leaves does that kind of thing to you. He was set to learn how to fight eventually down the road, to learn how to control his Level X ability like his mother later when he was a bit older. Now doesn't he wish that he had gone through even a little bit of that at this very moment.
"I don't know how to fight..."
But it didn't matter. Like it or not, he had to. No clue what the f@#$ was being said to him from everything in the entire world and the world unable to understand him, he looked to the Mr. Mime. Maybe... he'd go easy on him so he'd win and be let go. Without thinking, Riolu shut his eyes tight, starting screaming, then went with arms completely flailing at the psychic Pokemon. The next instant, he felt his hands banging off of something, making a similar sound to a little kid hitting a glass window (which glass didn't exist in Riolu's proper day). It was a protective barrier... Riolu gulped. He hadn't a single clue how to get past this thing.
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"Please... you have got to help me... I don't know where I am... as a fellow Pokemon, you must be able to understand my plea! This man has taken me away from my city, my king, and my mother! Please, I beg of you! If you somehow free from this man and return me to where I belong, I'll give you anything you want! Gold, your own plot of land... nothing is too great a price! My king will make you much richer than anything in your greatest dreams!"
"No... don't say you can't understand me either..."
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 24, 2011 11:20:39 GMT 11
The useless attempt at attacking the Mr.Mime left the opposing team overtly perplexed. The trainer moved in to his Pokemon and whispered into its direction. "This Pokemon seems... Inexperienced." The Mr.Mime replied loudly in agreement and puffed its cheeks to reinforce the barrier in front of him. His hands moved in front of him, mapping out the imaginary wall he had created. His movements had a strange air of intrigue to them; almost hypnotic. The trainer observed in closely as he saw the Riolu was falling for it, dropping its guard ever so slightly. "There's a few things I don't get. This is obviously a rare Pokemon... I've not seen all that much of its kind before. And the tongue it speaks in... It's like an alien language! Just who are you?!" Asked the kind trainer with a baited intrigue. The rich man just smirked. "Does it matter? Does any of what you just asked REALLY matter? I have no concern or worry for this Pokemon's past neither do I have any ounce of bother for why it talks so strangely. For me... This Pokemon is little more than a tool." He looked down at the Riolu and angrily gave it a boot up its rear. "Pathetic little worm! Don't you have any overwhelming powers worth showing?!" He folded his arms and angrily ground his teeth together. At that moment, the man's overwhelming rage seemed to burst around him; his aura danced around him threateningly. The once tranquil blue aura of the world was now tainted with a fiery red-violet colour that caused distortions and ripples of the appearance of things. Although the Riolu and the rich man were of totally different language this aura seemingly translated his very thoughts into a form the Riolu could comprehend. His raging essence imprinted hints of the man's thoughts. " PATHETIC RUNT. USELESS. MAY AS WELL KILL ITSELF. MAGIKARP IS MORE POWERFUL." In the time the Riolu took to stare at the man and gain an understanding of his thoughts, the loathsome man had unfolded his arms and struck it in the face again. "You are WORTHLESS! Do I have to coddle you like a baby and push you and push you to get ANYTHING done?!" He trembled with anger and roared. "DEFEAT THEM!!" By now, a small crowd had started to form in the surrounding vicinity and were watching with a stern horror on their faces. Some were too shocked to look, instead gasping and clasping their hands over their eyes. The man had shown a violent exhibit of abuse which had not been fathomed for years in the location. What he was doing was beyond sacrilege. The sacred bond between Person and Pokemon was broken before their very eyes. Two of the local men stepped forward and angrily cried out for his actions to cease. "We can stand by no longer and let you carry out such heinous actions to your Pokemon." "Your crime is unforgivable. You have breached all trust with your Pokemon and soured the bonds of friendship." They grabbed their Pokeballs and sent out a Staravia and a Lombre. The rich man swerved his head around at the intrusion. "Pathetic little servants like yourself have no place intervening in MY GOD DAMNED BUSINESS." He reached for his belt and sent out two of his own Pokemon to counter attack. As the light faded from the Pokeballs, the local men were no where near prepared for the horrors that would be released. A large three headed dragon roared with a cry that was capable of instilling dread into the hearts of men. The other Pokemon was fairly large as well but boasted no extra heads. Instead, it's rocky yellow body was intimidating enough as the fierce stream of sand that flooded out of its black holes stormed in the air. The beasts roared at the two Pokemon who looked back in absolute terror. Interrupt again and say GOODBYE TO THOSE HEADS OF YOURS! With the rabble now suitably taken care of, the rich man turned his attention back to Riolu. "I will feed you to my Pokemon if you do not do something awe inspiring against your opponent." The other trainer gulped at the turn of events. It was clear this man was a force to be reckoned with. "Mime! We need to wrap this up quick and stop those other Pokemon before they rampage...! Mr.Mime! Use ZEN HEADBUTT!" The Mime Pokemon nodded and closed its eyes. With a tremendous concentration, all the psychic energy in its body centred around its head and it dashed towards the Riolu in order to pummel him with it.
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Post by Nada on May 24, 2011 15:18:02 GMT 11
((Just going to pretend that the trainer didn't hear the ancient tongue and just Poke-talk. Ancient talk is heard by Pokemon only.))
Backing away from the barrier the opposing Mr. Mime had erected, Riolu panted. He was already out of breath as being beaten to the point where you drool blood tends to do that to you. Falling to a knee, he submitted for a moment... he was afraid of what was going to happen to him if he didn't win. It was too frightening to even look back at the man who now held the documentations of ownership over him, but the glares he could feel being burned into his very flesh. He didn't look back. He dared not look back! For all he knew, there was a fanged demon there ready to gobble him up. Then, an explosion of angry aura blasted out from behind him.
Riolu looked back and quaked in fear.
Nobody else could see it, but he could. The aura around this man was red hot, bursting forther and scorching the nearby land in such negative emotions that it was a surprise that the foliage weren't set ablaze the instant this man set foot next to them. He was evil, full of lust, and a strong will. He couldn't understand his tongue, but aura to the species of Riolu and Lucario was a universal language spoken by all. The message that was being conveyed was more than potent to make its point across: Fight or die.
Riolu could do nothing but tremble at the might of this man's aura. Even though he now knew more than ever as to what to do, his body refused to to budge. He had completely forgotten how to! Then the rich, sadistic man released two Pokemon that only fueled more anguish to Riolu that... he lost bodily functions of his bladder. He didn't know these two powerful monsters were meant for some people who were trying to protect him; he didn't even know there were others now, his full attention was alerted at his captor. He just remained flabbergasted in fear, lying in a puddle of his own waste. The man's aura scream forth once more.
"Turn around and fight now or else I feed you to these beasts!"
Riolu had no other choice... his fear was at peak, his heart practically exploding as it pumped faster than the speed of light. Complete and utter shortness in his breath, the world was going dark. His fatigue and fear were now overcoming that he wasn't sure how he would win this fight.He just slowly turned around and saw an intimidated Mr. Mime charge at him for a Zen Headbutt. A psychic type move?! This would end him for sure!
Then... everything just went full circle. Riolu screamed at the top of his lungs to the Mr. Mime in his own ancient Poke-tongue.
"Կներեք!"
He clenched his eyes tights, waterfalls of tears streaming down his cheeks as he embraced himself for impact. As far as he can now recall, he cannot remember anything and went completely dark in his mind, drifting into a heavy slumber that he would not awaken from for a number more hours. His body, on the other hand, took control where the weak of mind has fainted.
The moment before Mr. Mime's attack landed, Riolu's arms were thrown up and caught the clown by its very own clown hair. The two Pokemon skipped back along the ground, Riolu holding firm his ground. Around him, a faint dark blue aura emerged, an aura so strong, yet faint enough, that even the untrained eye could see it enshroud the pup. When the two stopped, Riolu's arms trembled before he managed to heave the psychic Pokemon right over his head. Hair still firmly grasped in his paws, he slammed the psychic Pokemon down with a tremendous thud. A massive cloud of dust was kicked up at the impact, but soon Mr. Mime was hoisted up again into the air, even quicker than before. With a thunderous crack, he came crashing down a second time. Once more into the air for what seemed like good measure, Riolu's body jumped into the air with Mr. Mime in hand. The leap wasn't a few inches or even a few feet: The skyward bound was almost as high as the lighthouse nearby! It was a miraculous leap for such a little Pokemon to do, especially with a passenger more than twice his own size!
While in the air, Riolu repositioned his grip of Mr. Mime from holding it by the hair to hoisting it by the mid-section. With a yell, Riolu tossed the unfortunate clown back to earth faster than what the mighty Zeus could throw a bolt of lightening to the ground. But the onslaught wasn't over just yet... Riolu's Level X has barely awakened.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
His screamed pierced the heavens, it shrieked so loudly. But it wasn't a warrior's roar or the call of rage; it was the cry of somebody who was scared and in great pain. A great sense of remorse emitted from his strained voice, full of regret and despair. To the sky, Riolu threw his arms and gathered power from within his own body, a bright, white light shooting up for a brief moment. Back down his arms came, as quick as they were put up, and pointed in the general direction of Mr. Mime. To the unfortunate bystanders bellow, a rain of many, many aura spheres crashed down. Quickly, anybody who was there quickly left in panic and fear. It was hard to see what was going on when the powerful orbs crashed into the ground like meteorites bombarding the face of the earth. Dust and dirt flew everywhere, people paniced and ran for their lives. Anybody who was in front of Riolu had made themselves scarce at his might. The rich, evil bastard and his two Pokemon were spared as they watched from behind Riolu's projectile view.
After spending himself out, Riolu's body submitted to the state of unconsciousness that his mind had already laid down to sleep in. He plummeted back down to earth, crashing and making his own crater. The field before them were darted with several holes exploded from the surface and nobody remained but the trainer who had approached before and his Mr. Mime. The trainer had thrown himself over his Pokemon to protect it, and he seemed to still be alive. But the state of his Pokemon was still in question.
Riolu wept softly in a small pool of his own blood and urine mix.
Translation:
"Forgive me!"
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 29, 2011 7:17:57 GMT 11
The pure anguish and desperation within Riolu was absolutely delectable for the man. "Oh, oh, this feeling is delightful. I can taste a hint of it's power now..." He crooned, as events unfolded before him. With the oncoming attack of Mr.Mime pushing Riolu's limits to breaking point, he stood back, taking cover. Whatever was happening to the Riolu was the absolute power he had been so furiously searching for. With some shelter from the burst of energy around Riolu, he almost salivated at how outlandish his possession was now performing. "This absolute geyser of power is unrivalled... I'm unstoppable now, UNSTOPPABLE!"
Observing the battle further, his eyes were entranced by the newly found fight within the pup. "It's almost as if it's been possessed by something... Something other than itself. Either way, as long as it is bound to do my bidding what do I care?! I shall have to invest some money into finding out whether this instinctive personality can be forced as his main and then harness that by whatever means..." With the combat prowess of the Riolu in full swing, he watched intently. This show of power was like an exhibition put on purely for his own enjoyment. The domination of the Mr.Mime was a sight to behold. "Yes, yeeeees! Finish him!"
At that moment, the piercing scream of the Riolu spanned over the land. The man had to cover his ears from how ear-splittingly painful the cry was. "That... That..." He looked up in disbelief, he wanted power and he had more than received it. Whether or not the power was too much for him had yet to be seen but nevertheless, the very sight of what was to come next unsettled everyone watching the viciously one sided fight to the death. Even the Hydreigon and Tyranitar that had been recently sent out were humbled the very sight of Riolu coursing with the ability of Level X.
With the catastrophic downpour of aura on Sunyshore, the man could not help but laugh manically at the sight of destruction. "Bow before me, filthy peasants! Behold your new overlord!" Drunk with the madness and chaos unravelling around him he couldn't help but succumb to delusions of grandeur. Although Riolu was the true cause behind this wave of destruction, the millionaire could not help but consider it to be because of him this was happening. After all, he reasoned, Riolu was an extension of himself, a mere weapon akin to that of a sword or gun. His other Pokemon were less than enthusiastic about the amount of damage wrought, they could barely muster the same kind of power with all their effort. This Riolu was nothing more than a young upstart who scared them with its power. The two looked to one another, conspiracy amidst their eyes.
The thud of Riolu's body hitting the ground after being possessed by the ability Level X had the man suitably impressed. "With this, I am unbeatable." He withdrew Riolu's ancient Pokeball from his inner pocket and with called the exhausted Pokemon. He turned to his Tyranitar and Hydreigon and pursed his lips into a sadistic grin. "It would seem Riolu missed the lighthouse as it was behind us. Turn it into rubble as a sign of my strength." The two Pokemon, used to their master's command proceeded without hesitation. Tyranitar summoned the earth's movement and began causing small tremors around the footing of the lighthouse. The Hydreigon however took to the skies and with its three heads began firing the three elements of fire, thunder and dragon at the antique lighthouse. Suffice to say, it did not last long before their rampage. With their job done, they returned to their master and he moved on, side stepping the puddle of urine and blood, to the smoking crater that was left behind from Mr.Mime and it's trainer. "Friendship and love not too strong now is it? You're as pathetic as beaten into the ground you are." He spat insidiously into the crater and laughed sardonically. He had not felt such strength in his life. A turning point was upon him as sure as the destruction around him was.
With a swagger in his walk, he proceeded back to the port. He had obtained that which he had searched and perhaps more than he had bargained for. Beyond the ruination was the elderly merchant, puffing his signature pipe. He gazed curiously at what had happened, obviously not banking on the fact the man would be able to awaken Riolu's Level X. "This is not what I had predicted. Nevertheless..." He unleashed a sinister looking Banette before him. "...My good friend, I have an urgent proposition for you." He looked deep into the eyes of his ghostly companion. "Follow him. For you must become his shadow. You must become his antithesis. You must dog his every step, bring misfortune to his every action." He then leered his eyes at the next sentence. "...And kill the Riolu. He has become too powerful to be left alive in this world. The balance will be disrupted. If you do so, I will grant you freedom from my side." The Banette enjoyed the idea of this deal. The merchant interrupted before he could entertain the idea any further. "Go now! Remember, live as his shadow and you will go undetected." Banette cackled at this chance. For the price of freedom he merely had to curse the life of some undesirable. This was child's play to the ghost. It transformed itself into the shadow and eventually followed along until it attached itself to the evil man's shadow. The end was inevitable. Such inevitably of this calibre had not been seen for a good 2,000 years...
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Post by Nada on May 30, 2011 13:42:53 GMT 11
The body aches as the mind wept. In his dreams, Riolu found himself in denial of everything that had just happened. He wished reality was a dream and that his current dream now was reality. It once was... he pictured himself there, right next to the waterfront. The day was hot, but a cool breeze was blowing in. And there Riolu sat in a nice, shaded location. Looking up at the sky without a care in the world. Slowly in front of his vision came grapes on a vine... servants fed him his favorite treat all the time. Lush, fresh, refreshing and sweet. Another servant fanned him with a palm leaf. Coated in gold and other valuable gemstones, his life was pretty good. As always, he sat next to his mother, she who always had a welcome paw caressing his fur. And just as she sat next to Riolu, the pair were always seated next to their king. He ruled the land and revered the Lucario and Riolu as deities. Being this comfortable... it should almost be illegal.
Suddenly, the dream all vanished like it had burst into flame. A sharp pain coursed through Riolu's body and he was awoken from his slumber. He expected a fabulous royal chamber to be around him, but instead what he found was nothing short than absolute darkness with little lighting. He was not used to such dark conditions... he squinted, trying to make heads and tails of what was going on. Slowly getting to his feet, the pain charged again through his body. Letting out a small whimper, holding tight to his left arm, he trudged forward in the darkness. The walk was hindered with a limp, but it still didn't take long to bump into something; Steel bars. Riolu reached out, groped them. They were thick, hard, and cold. It was a jail cell...
He slid to his knees slowly. Then suddenly, he gasped as his paws fell to his chest. His ornamental necklace was gone! A paw to his head, so was his headdress! On his aura ears and wrists, his golden accessories were also gone. All his belongings had been stripped free from his body as he slept. He had nothing but a sore, stiff body... never before had he ever felt so naked and helpless than now. In his mind, he continued to beg this was nothing more than a horrible nightmare.
Riolu looked what was beyond his cell to see what was there once his eyes had adjust. It was still as dark as a cave, but a few things were made out; For starters, there were other cells that were on both sides of a long hallway. To the left and to the right, they stretched far. Every now and then, a small light shown from a mysterious source. Riolu wanted to say it was a candle or a lamp, but the lights didn't nigh so much as flicker or twitched like that of flames should, so they were of a curious and unknown nature to him. The light provided from them failed to illuminate into the cells, he couldn't see what else was being kept as his neighbors. And the air... it reeked heavily of waste, rotting meat, mildew, and god knows what else. Frightened, Riolu climbed back onto his feet slowly and decided he would back away from the front... he didn't want to know what was out there right now...
Crash!
Suddenly, the entire place shook violently and unexpectedly, knocking Riolu's feet clean out from under him. He hit his head on the floor and let out a loud yelp! It echoed slightly through the chambers of darkness, but barely a response was made. There were a few light voices... they were that of Pokemon. But whatever they were saying, it was either too light to be heard as they were just whispers or a different language, form of Poke-speak that he was used to. It was probably a combination of both. Another sound was heard from all around him, now that he was listening. It sounded like... water splashing outside. Was he... on a ship? Of course... different country, different land... best way to go great distances was by ship. He must be in mid transport.
Crab walking carefully until he lightly bumped the wall to the far back of his confinements, Riolu put his arm up against his mouth and wiped. Something flaked from off his lower lip down to his chin. He plucked some of it off with his paw appendages, bringing it up to his nose for a sniff. It was dried blood... and his arm also reeked of urine, too. He gagged at the overpowering odor, throwing his arm down to the side. Then he gagged again as his sense of smell came back full blow and the previous mild odors he smelt before was down assaulting his nasal passages. His arms flung back up to his nose and covered them, trying to prevent himself from smelling it any further. He began to breath through his mouth, but then he could suddenly taste the staleness of the air! Everything was unappealing in here! He felt like he was choking!
Riolu began to thrash around, smacking the wall behind him and kicking the ground with his feet. Whining and moaning, he was getting sick of this! Why has this have to happen to him?! He didn't know what the f@#$ was going on, he only wanted to sit on the waterfront and eat grapes all day long while being fanned with palm leaves! Was this so much to ask! His cries began to fill the dead silent air, echoing back and forth. He wanted to go home and he wanted it now! There had to be some other "prisoners" here as well, but the chances that his pitiful, incoherent cries would fall on deaf ears. That is, until, someone spoke from the next cell block over to his right...
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Post by The REAL Joey on May 31, 2011 12:29:30 GMT 11
Before the speech could be heard, the darkness seemed to reveal its own eyes. The troubling thing about the eyes that were now visible was the fact there were so many of them, levitating in the air. They scanned around the immediate vicinity before blinking and then creating a small reddish glow. The eyes seemed to whirl around momentarily before one pair of eyes, a friendly looking set, were now looking dead on at Riolu from behind the bars. Further adding to the unsettled atmosphere was the raucous noise that boomed from its spot. This voice was again foreign to what the Riolu understood but at the same time had many similarities with the Riolu's own. It then changed its voice language again; this time mirroring Riolu's almost exactly with a few too many inconsistencies to declare it officially that of the one Riolu spoke. It fell entirely silent until another loud boom echoed from the other cage this time perfectly understandable to Riolu. " GREETING FELLOW POKEMON. YOU ARE NEW HERE. YOUR LANGUAGE WAS REMEMBERED. MANY AN AGE HAS PAST SINCE THEN." The creepy and disturbing voice sounded unnatural and incredibly mechanical. The problem was that Riolu had no way of trying to identify the Pokemon in front of him aside from the reddened eyes and the creepy sound of its voice. " I KNOW OF YOUR LANGUAGE. IT DIED OUT CENTURIES AGO. YOU ARE YOUNG. A MEMBER OF THE LUCARIO FAMILY. HOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LANGUAGE?" The floating set of eyes began floating around again, this time to stopping on a pair that indicated it was curious from the expression of the eyes alone. " JUDGING FROM YOUR MASTERY OF THIS SPEECH, YOU MUST ALSO BE AN ANCIENT." As if realising that the Riolu could not fully make out what the Pokemon was, the head rotated to its friendly pair of eyes. " WE MEAN YOU KNOW HARM. WE ARE CLAYDOL. WE ARE BOTH SUBSERVIENT TO OUR MASTER, THIERRY, YES?" This Pokemon was more than a little chatty and not to mention overtly curious. Pausing its flurry of questions, its red eyes began glowing even more ominously. " RIOLU, WE ARE OBSERVING YOUR STATE. YOU ARE CRITICALLY EXHAUSTED AND WOUNDED." With that, the nearby Pokemon seemed to glow with a mystical light. For the first time, the Riolu could now naturally make out the appearance of the Pokemon to be speaking to it. As it had said, the Pokemon was certainly a Claydol but there was merely one of it. It seemed this Pokemon referred to itself in the third person. The light encircling the Pokemon then zapped towards Riolu, encircling them both in the strange glow. There was a sudden flash before the darkness overwhelmed once more. " THAT WAS POWER TRICK. I HAVE SHARED MY STRENGTH WITH YOURS SO THAT YOU MAY REGAIN SOME STAMINA BACK." Claydol's head then rapidly span back to its inquisitive face. " TELL US OF YOUR HISTORY. YOU APPEAR A RARE SPECIMEN." OOC: This was quite fun RPing as a Claydol. Excuse my liberal use of CAPS LOCK. It just felt like it'd drive home the sense that it had a very monotonous tone. I'd also stick a colour code on it but its late and none of the ones ProBoard provides seem fitting enough without blinding the eyes.
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Post by Nada on May 31, 2011 15:28:09 GMT 11
OoC: How about 796d65? You can replace the color name with that hex number to change the font. I took that color from a picture of Claydol and got the HEX value from it (I think it is called HEX anyway).
If not, there is always deabac, e8d39f, c1afb9, or whatever other HEX code you like.
After a short while and a heavy temper tantrum, the young Riolu quickly found himself shutting up and standing straight up, bracing himself against the wall. He heard a voice that boomed rather ominously and deeply, like it was belched up from the bowels of the earth itself. It was very close by, like in the cell next to his, and it was speaking to him. At first, he had no idea what the voice was saying; Only thinking it sounded threatening and in whatever language these... "folk" speak. Then it filtered, switching to another tongue. Riolu winced, turning his head to the side and clutching his teeth, not taking his eyes off the many series of eyes that spun around and watched him with unblinking gazes. Then it spoke again, a different tongue; Still no die. Spinning went the eyes, stopped, spoke. No comprehension was being made. It repeated this process many, many times more and towards the end is when the dialect started to become more recognizable. It started with just a few words that seemed vaguely familiar, like how one might know just a few words of another language from a different country, but unable to speak it in full. Then finally, it hit the jackpot and Riolu could understand every single word that was being said to him.
"...who are you? And what do you require of me?" Riolu spoke with a light growl in his voice. He tried to sound threatening, but it came out rather whiny because he was still in the mindset to cry. Regardless, he wasn't trusting and skeptical of who was talking to him... but inside, he was relieved to at least hear his language.
The glowing set of many eyes greeted him, saying some strange things. "Language remembered"? What does the eyes mean by that? Many an age? How long has he been out, Riolu thought. Like... days? Weeks? Maybe some kind of deep sleep and it has been months? Well, it had to at least be months if he was taken to an entirely different country, remembering back to the city he was at before. It wasn't the desert he grew up in, and there sure as hell weren't any magic picture boxes with kids having long, unnatural tongues. Ship travel across the ocean, from what he was told, could take months... The voice spoke again, interrupting Riolu's thought as he tried to piece things together. Then it spoke something entirely interesting.
"I KNOW OF YOUR LANGUAGE. IT DIED OUT CENTURIES AGO. YOU ARE YOUNG. A MEMBER OF THE LUCARIO FAMILY. HOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS LANGUAGE?"
"I do not understand..." He scowled through the darkness that separated the two. "Everybody from where I hail speaks this tongue. I was born of it, always knowing it. It was law to speak only it."
"JUDGING FROM YOUR MASTERY OF THIS SPEECH, YOU MUST ALSO BE AN ANCIENT."
"No, I am not... you already said it, I'm of Lucario race." To Riolu, the word "ancient" doesn't hold any sense to him. In fact, the word never even properly existed. It was not like those who lived back then went around calling themselves that since everything seemed pretty modern to them.
"WE MEAN YOU KNOW HARM. WE ARE CLAYDOL. WE ARE BOTH SUBSERVIENT TO OUR MASTER, THIERRY, YES?" Riolu didn't even nod, he still looked at Claydol with a lot of suspicion and a touch of fear. After being beaten to a bloody pulp earlier, he was on guard now with who he met and spoke with. "RIOLU, WE ARE OBSERVING YOUR STATE. YOU ARE CRITICALLY EXHAUSTED AND WOUNDED. HAT WAS POWER TRICK. I HAVE SHARED MY STRENGTH WITH YOURS SO THAT YOU MAY REGAIN SOME STAMINA BACK. TELL US OF YOUR HISTORY. YOU APPEAR A RARE SPECIMEN."
"No." Riolu replied, punching the wall behind him with a fist. "Before I tell you anything, first you must answer questions that rattle my head! Just where the hell am I? Who is the man who drew blood on me and made me fight? What are those magic picture boxes and why don't those candles flicker with the dances of flame?! And... don't call me Riolu. I'm not a peasant and I have a name! Refer to me only as Razmig, son of Boadicea, descendent of Anubis!"
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Post by The REAL Joey on Jun 1, 2011 5:54:05 GMT 11
Silence fell in the cargo hold after Riolu had declared his person. The Claydol did not responded as it appeared to be deep in thought. It's red glowing eyes merely blinked as if the entire Pokemon was processing the data presented to him. "WE HAVE SEARCHED OUR MEMORY BANKS. THERE IS SOME KNOWLEDGE OF A RAZMIG, SON OF BOADICEA, DESCENDENT OF ANUBIS. THIS INFORMATION DATES BACK TO A ROUNDED TWO THOUSAND MILLENNIA AGO. ADDITIONAL INFORMATION CORRUPTED. ERROR. ERROR." It hovered itself to the side slightly as if continuing to examine Razmig. "ODD. YOU SHOW LITTLE SIGNS OF AGE. UNKNOWN REASON FOR AGE PREVENTION. ERROR." The clay Pokemon seemed to have tried processing the number of possibilities as to how it could have still been alive at this time. Pokemon from the Lucario line were known as mythical beings but as powerful as they were; they too succumbed to the marching of time.
Taking into account how confused and unaware Razmig was, Claydol slowly began to try and explain the situation to him. "YOU MAY HAVE BECOME AWARE BUT YOU ARE NO LONGER IN THE TIME PERIOD YOU BELONG TO. THE YEAR IS 20XX AND WE ARE CURRENTLY ABOARD A CARGO SHIP BOUND TO JOHTO. GIVEN DATA SUGGESTS WE ARE JUST OVER HALF WAY TO OUR DESTINATION." The Claydol gave some more thought on what to say next. The Riolu was obviously in a painful situation. Having lived through such a lengthy period of time without any awareness over the changes that had occurred meant that too much information at once could send Riolu overboard into a crazed frenzy. "YOU MUST UNDERSTAND. WE ARE UNABLE TO FATHOM HOW OR WHY YOU ARE STILL ALIVE BUT WE ARE NO LONGER LIVING UNDER THE CIVILISATION YOU REMEBER." It paused, the next words would be difficult to hear. "YOUR ERA HAS ENDED."
When the subject of their current master came into discussion the Claydol's face immediately spun around to a saddened set of eyes. "YOU REFER TO OUR MASTER. STORED INFORMATION SUGGESTS HIS NAME AS THIERRY THEROUX THE SECOND, PART OF A WEALTHY FAMILY WITH TIES TO MANY INDUSTRIES." Its head span around as if trying to look out for any personal people or other Pokemon eavesdropping before it continued. "HE IS VERY MEAN SPIRITED AND MEGALOMANIAC. OBSERVATIONS INDICATE YOU ARE AWARE OF THIS, YES?" From its monotonous tone and voice, it was unclear whether or not this was a joke. The ancient Pokemon began recalling more of the insidious trainer. "THE MAN LIVES FOR POWER. HE HAS A VAST COLLECTION OF DESTRUCTIVE POKEMON. YOU ARE BUT ANOTHER TO HIS LIST. I AM LITTLE MORE THAN A TROPHY OF THE PAST TO HIM."
Feeling it had sufficiently answered all of the confused Riolu's question it was now the clay figure Pokemon's turn to find out more of Ramzig. "I HAVE TOLD YOU OF WHAT I AM AWARE. PLEASE EXTEND YOUR HISTORY SO THAT WE MAY UNDERSTAND. YOU ARE AN ANOMALY TO US." It levitated there, in its cage waiting intently for an answer. Whether the Pokemon was asking out of its overt curiosity or the fact that, it, too had met a kindred spirit from the past had yet to be seen. All the while the two Pokemon were engaged in conversation, the darkness of the cargo hold held residence to just more than the collection Thierry himself had amassed. Instead, something much sinister lurked within the safety of the shadows. All that it could think in its head was the same lines over and over. "It'S sImPlE. kIlL tHe RiOlU. It'S sImPlE. kIlL tHe RiOlU. It'S sImPlE. kIlL tHe RiOlU. It'S sImPlE. kIlL tHe RiOlU."
OOC: Thanks for the hex codes. I went with one that looked nice on the eyes. Oh and don't worry, Banette's not going to do anything. Just being a watchful pair of nearby eyes on what Riolu is up to.
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ZZ's Little Scientist
Nada
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Post by Nada on Jun 3, 2011 4:55:25 GMT 11
OoC: Two-thousand millennial ago? So... what? That's two million years? XD
Claydol has said a lot. A god awful lot, really. When it said that it has been right around two-thousand years, Razmig could only find himself dropping his jaw. Feeling faint, he fell back against the wall behind him and began to slump down, slipping to the ground like a corpse sucked dry of its life. In his head, he tried to wrap his head around it all; Two-thousand years? How many moons was that? And... what does that mean about his king? His friends? And most importantly, his mother?
Words continued to slip from Claydol's much informed mouth, but all were just on deaf ears of Razmig. At this point, he had went into a complete shock. He didn't hear anything or feel anything anymore. Much like if someone were to lose their arm in battle, they wouldn't feel the excruciating pain of having an entire limb dismembered from their body. Instead they just look at it, stare at it, unable to comprehend what has just happened to their being. But rather than having an appendage of his body removed, it was he himself removed and isolated from time.
Everyone he knew... was dead.
The world went silent as Claydol finished saying everything he had to say and inquired about Razmig's past. Even then, Razmig didn't do much to reply and sat in the darkness for minutes on end processing what he was told. Yet, the giant, ancient clay doll was quite patient; If it was over two thousand years old, then a few moments of silence was nothing to it anymore. No further reaction from Razmig was given to answer the questions presented to him until he cocked his head and held out his paw before him. It was dark, but he could still see it just a little bit. He extended his fingers and flexed them around a little bit, then followed it by flipping his paw over a very times and watching its movements. He looked at his wrist where his gold bracelets would've been, trying to tell himself that such ornaments would no longer appear on his person.
"...Razmig." The dead silence was broken my the ancient words slowly starting to seep from his mouth. "Son... of Boadicea. Descendent... descendent of Anubis." He shut his eyes in pain as he tried to hold up his end of the bargain by recalling his history. Now this was just like digging deeper into an open wound. "I was once... worshiped as a god. Me, my mother too. We come from kingdom of Isshu, sharing our living quarters with the good king Aristotle. The royal family were indebted to my bloodline from generations before due to Anubis the Golden. It was during time of a great war, Isshu was on the verge of defeat. The tales say a Lucario with a golden aura appeared in our empire's darkest hour and single-handedly laid the enemy invaders to waste after hearing of our people's desperate plea for help."
Riolu opened his eyes as a few tears rolled down his cheek. He pulled his legs up to his chest and huddled alone within his pain and isolation he felt from the world. He gazed upward and continued to speak. "Aye... what a sight it must've been to behold. An enemy frontier marched forth, twenty-five thousand head strong of man and Pokemon. Then by the powers of one Lucario, they were smitten under his awe-inspiring power. Aye... they were forced to surrender, nobody held the power to oppose him. The people believed him to be a god in the flesh. The god Anubis, god of death, yet guardian of life. He was named as such. He was far more powerful than what anyone could fathom..."
A depressed sigh came from Razmig as he held up his paw once more and gazed at it. "...I am of the bloodline of this god. The power he had wield so easily to conquer entire armies still runs in our blood. My mother is proof of this... she would demonstrate it for the king by harnessing great energy and releasing it to the sky as a giant wave of light every year on the night of Anubis's arrival. She kept her power strong in the event it were ever needed again..." Razmig sighed in depression once more and put his paw down. "...but I am nothing. I haven't even begun my training to harness Anubis's strength. I'm only a year and one-half of age... I've only seen my mother's power demonstration once... even then the fogged memory of my younger self struggles to recall. I only tell of what I have been taught..." Clutched his paw into a fist, Razmig once more slammed the wall behind him and screamed. "Why is this happening to me?! I cannot do anything! If I could wield the power of Anubis, I wouldn't be stuck in here like a slave destined for labor in the cotton field! I'm a shame to lineage! A god no longer revered and now only a mere item!"
Razmig turned to Claydol and glared at him. "Is that what you wanted?! Are these the answers that you seek?! I sure hope it is! Now I have to deal with the pressure of knowing that I have no home to ever return to! My kingdom is now probably rubble thanks to me! My people, my king, and my mother are now all but dead! I've nothing in this world more to live for! I hadn't ask for this! I'd rather be dead like the rest of them where I belong! Leave me now!"
Turning from Claydol, Razmig stumbled within the sway of the ship to put as much distance between himself and the ancient Pokemon as he could. He ran into the bars on the other side of his cell and he grabbed them in frustration. He tried to shake them loose, yelling and screaming in the darkness. When trying to break the bars down into the adjacent cage didn't work, he curled up into a fetal position and began to let out heartbreaking tears and please. The entire time through his crying, the only ancient words that could be heard from his lips were "say it isn't true" and "mother".
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