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☾ LUSAMINE // RP THREAD
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Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 23:28 (3 Years ago)
Cassandra heaved a sigh of relief. Green Day. Clarisse was listening to Green Day. Well, if her sister's music taste was that abhorrent she was sure any possible kidnapper would hit reverse on the breaks and turn right around after hearing that horrible noise.
`` Thank you so much, that helps a lot. ´´ Cassandra exhaled. `` Do you mind leading me to the spot where you heard it? ´´
Faba grimmaced to himself, rubbing his temple. What was Lusamine going to say if this all went terribly? He waved a hand to his secretary, ordering her beside him.
`` Send thirty men to Melemele island pronto, Scientist 4ED-208 was able to escape the lab and use the emergency lifeboat. He's most likely nearing the shore right now. Tell them he'll be able to guide you all back. Make sure they do not forget to bring their pokemon. ´´
His secretary nodded in understanding and rushed off to make preparations.
`` I'll see to it that they remain contained, for a better, and brighter future. ´´ The middle-aged man murmured to himself.
Posted: Tue, 04/05/2021 23:50 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 02:44 (3 Years ago)
Quickly, the young woman shifted her position so her arms were crossed, head tilted to the side a bit. Her "hair" unfurled as she tried to will it to hang still, though it wasn't as easy as controlling an arm or leg or something like that. She just hoped none of them knew enough about whatever Pokemon she seemed to have taken on the traits of to interpret it. Her stature was confident, but her mind was racing. Would Stone Edge work again? It certainly couldn't be a panacea. They must have some measures in place here to prevent escapees, and giant forceful rocks from nowhere likely wouldn't get them out of everything. Same with her other little attacks, as well as those of the others. If they didn't hurry, they wouldn't have a chance.
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 03:04 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 15:20 (3 Years ago)
Addy nodded and got up, blanche flew along her as she turned to get back onto the muddy trail "Do you know the person that played the music? Is that the one youre looking for?" hearing herself talk so sweet made herself happy, she it gave her the feeling of doing the right thing after all so she smiled some more while walking, before falling over the same branche and almost falling again
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 15:44 (3 Years ago)
Somewhere in the midst of his continuous sobbing and inaudible muttering, Yyng had mastered the art of balancing with the heavy disc of metal plastered to his face. Of course, it had taken several tries, each of which would have been humorous in a less serious situation. The thought of laughter brought something vile up his throat. Could he even open his mouth?
Did he have a mouth?
Cautiously, he placed a gloved hand onto the hard substance welded to his face. His movements were careful as he traced along the crevaces and troughs, searching for something, anything, and finding nothing. His breaths came through small holes where his mouth should have been, but even they held no remnant of the boy that had been.
Several loud noises from outside put a sudden halt to his exploration. His head swiveled in all directions, the mask throwing him uncomfortably off balance. The sound had come from the wall which was garnished with a door. He leaned where his ear should have been against it, listening closely.
He should have seen the spike coming - or, at least, heard it. Unfortunately he didn't exactly have his usual senses or reaction times, so said shard of stone hit him directly in the head and sent him soaring backwards so his not-actually-his body was catapulted into a hard, stone wall.
And he stood up unharmed, if a little dizzy.
That's not possible.
Then again, having a mask mysteriously blended into your face and still being able to breathe wasn't possible, either. He'd think more on that later. Now, though, as some odd cold fog swept into his cell, his only thoughts were of freedom.
Yyng hurriedly caught up with the group and plooded along near the back, not trusting himself enough to contribute. Of course, he wouldn't normally have relied on anyone else to do anything for him, but what with his current predicament he was a little disorientated. Besides, he was pretty sure that nobody had noticed he was there yet.
They never did.
Sitting in her wheelchair n watching the ocean, ignoring everything going on in the camp with an intimidating delphox stood behind her and a skidoo stood next to her.
can't be bothered to write some long fifty paragraphs when all I need to say is that.
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 16:03 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 16:34 (3 Years ago)
Well, what was he supposed to do but stare? It wasn't exactly common to see some random girl with wolf ears and a spiky neck appear from a mystical cold fog. And then for her to ask him his name? His first reaction was one of suspicion. This could have been one of the tyrants that had imprisoned him to rudely.
There was something about her eyes - or, at least, the one he could see. She wouldn't have done this. The thought was spontaneous but certain. Though it felt somewhat risky, if he were ever to escape this maze of what appeared to be a science lab, he'd need help.
Talking was a struggle, to say the least. He didn't have a mouth, so he had to use other, more creative ways to communicate. The first he tried was forcing targeted vibrations through his mouth-holes. The result sounded rather like some sort of dying eagle-horse hybrid. He wouldn't be trying that again for a while.
The second was telepathy. Stupid, yes, but worth a shot. Besides, Alakazam could do it, so why not him? It soon became apparent that he was staring at the strange girl with an odd glare-pleading expression - a somewhat awkward moment for Yyng.
The third was sign language, which he wished he'd thought of before telepathy. He made the sign for 'y' by placing the first finger of his right hand into the dip between his left thumb and first finger, then repeating the action. He then positioned his first and second finger of his right hand together, like a finger gun, and tapped the palm of his left hand. The final movement was a g, in which he made fists with both hands and placed the right on top of the left.
All that was left to do was pray that the girl knew sign language.
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 16:40 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 16:42 (3 Years ago)
Cassandra nodded in response to Addy's question.
`` I do indeed, she's my sister. I have a brother here too. Papa thought it would be best if he sent us to the "Alolan Paradise" instead of having a nanny take care of us for most of the summer. It's only been a couple of days and I think having a nanny would be a lot better than this. ´´ The girl sniffed, crossing her arms.
`` You have to run around in dirt and mud, you have to sit on tree stumps, and you have to sleep in a tent! ´´ Cassandra drabbled wringing her hands in disdain. `` What am I? A homeless person? ´´ she laughed haughtily.
`` I'm toiling away all for a stupid little badge on this stupid little sash. ´´ she growled, vaguely motioning to her Camp Scout Sash. `` Everybody here is either desperate for a getaway or completely half-witted! I don't want to talk to morons or wierdos! ´´
Cassandra exclaimed kicking a rock in frustration. As she watched the rock skip away on the dirt road, she pondered to herself.
``Why did I say all of that to a person I've known for less than five minutes? ´´ she mused. ``Whatever. Not like Clarisse or Cash would care much if I shared my two cents. Might as well start up a conversation because this is the only interaction I will ever get in these two months. ´´
`` NOW IN DARKNESS, THE WORLD STOPS TURNING. ASHES WHERE ! THEIR BODIES ARE BURNING! NO MORE WAR PIGS HAVE THE POWER... ´ ´
Clarisse clutched an MP3 Player in her hand as she stared off into what was presumably the maw of the oblivion. She hated it here. A lot. She hated her dumb sister (and brother, sometimes), this dumb smelly camp. She hated the fact that she would probably never become a trainer if she couldn't catch her own pokemon. She hated the fact that kids her age were already challenging the Elite Four. She had seen it all. She hoped one day she would be one of those challengers. But instead of fighting in the arena, she was fighting her siblings in this place.
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 16:46 (3 Years ago)
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Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 21:02 (3 Years ago)
`` Oh... ´´ she murmured. `` I'm so sorry. ´´
At least Cassandra had an idea of where her sister was, and that nothing bad had happened. But she certainly couldn't imagine Clarisse disappearing into thin air.
`` Did...did he say anything to you? Like, what resort or hotel he might be staying at? I'm sure you'll be able to find him...eventually.´´
Clarisse grunted and got up, wiping the dirt off of the back of her shorts. The sun had already set. Despite providing little comfort, she found it better to sleep in a tent rather than to lie in the soil. After wandering around in the woods, she had completely lost track of where camp was, and the dark atmosphere did NOT help. She cursed to herself.
Clarisse decided to weight out her options. On one hand, if she died, she would most likely be stuck on this mortal plane as a ghost, and she would have an urban legend about her. On the other hand, she would slowly die of starvation or have her head bitten off by a Lycanroc and she was not looking forward to that. In the distance, she was able to see a vague outline of...a cliff illuminated by the moonlight. There...there was somebody at the cliff a shadow accompanied by two dark, inhuman blobs. Pokémon? Beyond the horizon she could see a shimmer...it was the ocean, wasn't it? Clarisse marveled at this sight, plain and unordinary, but enchanting nonetheless.
`` AYOOOO YOU OVER THERE! ´´ she hollered at the top of her lungs.
Posted: Wed, 05/05/2021 21:09 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Thu, 06/05/2021 15:38 (3 Years ago)
If he'd had a mouth, a gleeful smile would have crossed it as the girl said his name aloud. He nodded in response to her 'hi', and was far too busy marvelling at his own little victory to notice her somewhat depressed demeanour. As more of the bizarre hybrids arrived Yyng's suspicion began to rise; how many more could there be? He took a small but noticeable shuffle backwards, to put distance between him and the other.. things, should any of them decide to make a move. He did, however, wave back at the girl with a diamond encrusted in her forehead. Just a little flick of the hand.
Eventually he noticed the tear drifting painstakingly slowly down the girl-with-the-spiky-neck's cheek. Well, the situation had just escalated dramatically for Yyng. He could handle gore, violence, anger, hatred and countless other things; his only weakness was sadness. He had no clue how to handle someone who was sad
Eventually he resolved that he should at least do something, for wasn't this the girl that had been the first to approach him?
His extreme awkwardness showing through his quite robotic actions, he laid a firm hand on her shoulder. It was supposed to be comforting, but Yyng wasn't exactly skilled in this particular method of warmth. Or any method, really.
As it turned out, Pana was very sensitive to loud noises. Another thing she wouldn't have known if she'd decided to stay in the hospital.
Barely avoiding falling from her chair, Pana breathed deeply several times to steady herself. She had, of course, fallen from her eternal prison before, and it wasn't something she particularly wanted to experience again. Once she was sure that she was stable, she twisted in the seat to glare behind her, where the shout had erupted from. Her struggles revealed a girl, probably younger than her, with rather black hair and, as Pana could already tell, a boisterous attitude that she didn't exactly want to deal with. Goodbye calming ocean, hello shouting seven year olds. She turned her chair with masterful ease to face the girl approaching her, whom she had no intention of wheeling towards. As her skidoo bounded up happily, though, she attempted to peer at the bright side; a potential chance to make a new friend. She didn't get that very often.
Oh, please, She snorted. Nobody ever looks at you for more than three seconds. She'll be no different.
Posted: Thu, 06/05/2021 15:50 (3 Years ago)
Posted: Thu, 06/05/2021 23:38 (3 Years ago)
After seeing that she elicited a response from not only the wheelchair-bound girl, but one of her pokemon as well, Clarisse jogged towards the slightly illuminated figure that was Pana.
`` Wazzup? ´´ Clarisse inquired nonchalantly. `` D'you come here often as well? ´´
`` Have you alerted the local authorities? Maybe they can help you look. ´´ Cassandra suggested. `` That is- if you haven't already done that. If you've already done that, I'm positive that your brother is in the right hands. ´´
She shouldn't be this invested in other peoples' problems. It wasn't her brother that disappeared off of the face of the Earth...but still.
Posted: Sat, 08/05/2021 07:26 (3 Years ago)
You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.