IC - Kyle Eston - R&D Hall: "I don't know," Kyle answered, frowning when Evan showed no signs of consciousness. Carefully, he heaved the Plasma Agent's arm over his shoulder, pulling him to his feet and putting Evan's weight on himself. "Come on--let's take him to the medical wing."
The devil on his shoulder whispered annoyance into Kyle's ear at the prospect of having to postpone his own business, but the Liberty Agent pushed this feeling aside--his business with Vert could wait until he was sure that Evan was in the hands of someone who could actually help. With Jenny offering support on Evan's other side, they began to walk toward the main entrance.
"Evan!" Kyle tried again. "Evan! Wake up!"
IC - Sonja Baron - The Alamo: This decision made, Sonja led Ray back through the Alamo, going further west in the base. The section of the facility that they arrived in was composed of many nurseries containing countless Pokemon eggs and newborn Pokemon. Mixed in with these were a number of rooms designed to mimic outside environments, which were all inhabited by Pokemon slightly older than those in the nurseries. Sonja smiled brightly as they passed by each doorway and window, peering inside of each room to see what lived within.
Soon enough, these facilities were behind them, and the two had emerged into the training center of the Alamo. The hall opened into a circular room, from which nine additional hallways split, each leading to an arena built around a specific type of terrain--though each with additional controls, allowing for modifications to be made to the field. Lights above each hallway indicated which ones were in use. Currently, only two others were unavailable--the middle field, built to simulate volcanic zones, and the far left field, based around ocean combat.
Sonja contemplated the remaining options before choosing the hall second from the right, which was designated as a forest arena. The room was large and round, with tall pine trees lining the outer edge of the field. A control box was set in the wall just at the end of the hall; Sonja moved past this and walked to the trainer box at the far end of the arena, turning to face Ray. She drew a Poke Ball. "Ready?"
IC - Executive Vert - R&D Department: Vert and James emerged into what had become a familiar room--an observation deck, overlooking a testing area within the lab. The two took a pair of seats right in front of the window, Vert holding and typing on an electronic information pad. The whirring of machinery sounded around them, as a large door opened in the far wall below. Vert paid no mind to the female voice that spoke, announcing the test to whoever else might have been present; she, of course, already had all of that information on her computer, and as such was already aware of the fact that an officer named Rene Lin would be operating the designated suit.
"I think you'll find this test a tad more interesting than the others, Mr. Arthur," Vert said to her fellow Executive, glancing up as Lin stepped into the room. His entire body was more or less entirely covered in a combination of an elastic suit and sleek, silver armor that covered his hands, forearms, shoulders, chest, shins, and feet, culminating in an elaborate, yet subdued helmet that hid his face. No practice targets appeared in the room, even as he stood perfectly still in the center-most spot of the floor. Vert leaned forward, speaking into a microphone in front of her. "Initiate Steel-Type test procedures."
The officer's suit glowed, light gray lines tracing down the middle of each segment signaling its activation. Lin assumed a pose reminiscent of a boxer. Three spots of air around the room began to shimmer, coloring fading into those areas. Before James' eyes, a Magmar, a Beartic, and a Muk had materialized, all facing Lin, though no yet making a move...
IC - Jupiter/TL Leaders - Meeting Room: The rest of the meeting went without incident. All in all, Team Liberty's leadership did not seem terribly suspicious or doubtful of Jupiter's report. At the very least, she figured, that would mean that someone would be looking for Envy. Jupiter pushed herself to her feet as the meeting was called to an end, shaking Goldhawk, Blackskull, and Silvermind's hands again before turning to leave.
She stopped at the door. "By the way," she said, looking at Goldhawk. "I ran into an Executive named Vert on my way up here. She said some rather... unsettling things before I got in the elevator--about interest in the Hojohsin League and wanting to try to reignite Evan Tierra's spacial powers." She shrugged, turning away again. "Tierra can attest to this, but I just thought you should know that your leadership is not as settled on doing good as you might hope."
Without waiting for a response, Jupiter exited the room, headed back in the direction of the elevators...
IC: Feral Tierra, ????
Evan wasn't the only one who heard the scream. Somewhere, Feral had heard it, and it intrigued him. He had to find out what was after HIS prey. Perhaps he could join forces with whatever it was. Focusing himself, Feral, using his connection with Evan, traced the scream. After a while, Feral's eyes lit up with excitement. He had found out where it had come from.
It had come from deep under Opelucid City.
With a snap of his fingers, Feral teleported to the location.He appeared in front of a large stone door. He appeared to be deep underground. The door itself however, was the main focus.
It was large and ornate, yet it seamlessly meshed with the stone walls of the room. Feral rubbed his hand across the door, and saw runes light up on it. But that wasn't what caught his eye. He saw the symbols of the Sinnoh Creation Trio on the door, which meant this was connected to them somehow. Feral decided to knock on the door hard. The runes lit up more intensely, as if forming a barrier on the door.
"Hrmph, guess I'll have to break it down if I want to meet this thing.", Feral said, sighing a bit, "Here we go!"
Feral covered his fists in spacial energy as he began to rain punches on the door, slowly but surely, it began to crumble......
IC: Evan Tierra, The Alamo
"He's...coming.", Evan muttered, still unconscious from the scream, "Coming for you. Coming for me. Coming for the whole world to see....."
-==IC: Ray==-Ray had looked around in awe before they got to the arena, but then focused once they got to the place they would fight, beginning to formulate a plan for the battle in the process, as he walked to the opposite side of the field."Whenever you are." Ray confirmed with a nod and a smile, as he chose his first Pokemon, and then nodded to Sonja to send out her Pokemon first.-==IC: Jenny==-Jenny nodded, and frowned with concern, as she looked at Evan, wondering what the words he was muttering meant.Who's coming...? And why? Jenny wondered, not thinking this to be a good sign at all.
IC: - ??? - Opelucid
As the wall fell, a massive wave of madness burst through, serving only to bring a sadistic smile to Feral, who eagerly awaited the emergence of the sealed being. Much to Feral's surprise, from the shadows of the chamber emerged a young man, his hair covering over his eyes, his smile revealing a set of bright teeth. His clothes consisted of tattered black robes, not wearing any shoes, yet showing skin that seemed as if it were flawless, the only strange thing being his mouth, which when opened, stretched wider, and at a strange angle as well. Teeth ground sharp, and eyes glowing red, the being stepped forward, sizing up Feral. "Really?" snorted Feral. "This is what brought the fool to his knees? I would have at least expected something bet-" Feral's words were instantly silenced by a hand wrapped around his throat. With surprising ease, the dark being lifted Feral off the ground, his eyes scanning every visible part of Feral.
"...Tierra..." muttered the being, his grip tightening, but suddenly loosening. With a shrug, the being dropped Feral to the ground, who simply landed on his feet and dusted himself off. It had sensed the darkness within him, a darkness which highly interested him, though he did not show it. The stranger quickly turned his attention to the outside of the chamber, having been sealed within it for so long. He pushed past Feral, who ignored the disrespect, more intrigued by what his new potential 'friend' was up to.
"That's a strange way to thank someone who just let you out of your little..." Feral spun his hand as he searched for the word, examining the stone chamber. "House." The new being simply shot a quick glare at Feral, before examining the area. Feral let out a sigh, as he moved closer, trying to make conversation. "So, what do you know of Tierra? I would expect somebody who seems to have been sealed away wouldn't be aware of much."
"Vicens," was the only word that emerged from the stranger's lips. At that, Feral raised an eyebrow as it finally clicked in his mind. That face, that hair, that attitude, that... taste in clothing. From what he had seen of Evan's memories, this was exactly who he was face to face with. Having heard that he had perished in the battle at Sinjoh Ruins, he realized that he was essentially staring at a ghost. However, having also heard of Evan's resurrection, he was not as surprised as he should have been. Feral's eyes began to wander, quickly noticing that there was what seemed to be a torn black trenchcoat lying around, which the stranger was quick to pick up and wear.
"So... What have you been up to in your time while sealed?" Feral asked. "Have you even got a name?"
"Watching. Waiting. Playing." The three words were spoken so softly that they would have been calming, had they not been coming from a being with a terrifying aura. His eyes flashed as Feral asked for a name. The next word was one that quickly brought a smile to the face of Evan Tierra's darkness, wider than he had ever smiled before.
IC: Van Harrison - Eterna City:
Van walked into the Eterna City Pokemon Center, leaving his Pokemon to be healed. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to Envy's words, what could they have meant? Van was beginning to hurt his head as he tried as hard as he could to match up everything. The only thing that he could gather was that he resembled someone who was apparently known, yet not enough to be firmly recognized as such. Even as he looked around, he could see people were whispering and pointing. "...thought he was dead...didn't know he changed his hair..." Van shrugged it off, being too stressed to deal with such. Rising to his feet, he walked over to the counter and claimed his Pokemon.
Stepping outside, he felt a cool breeze, one which quickly changed to a terrifying chill in an instant. Releasing his Hydreigon, he took to the sky, heading back to Hoenn to give a full report to his superiors.
After several minutes of monotonous typing, Petersen turned around. "Sorry," he said with a frown. "The only Sanders we have in our database is you."
Ryan sighed. He had hoped to learn at least something about why Team Rocket had been after his parents, but it seemed this was just another dead end. "So that means Team Rocket was lying?" he asked bitterly. "They just claimed my parents were helping Team Liberty so they had an excuse to invade my home?"
"Not necessarily," the Liberty tech shrugged. "We don't have data on every picketer and protester out there. Your parents could have easily been supporters of Team Liberty without directly helping us." Peterson leaned back in his chair and thought for a minute. "What has me interested is that Pokedex you mentioned. You're not related to any Pokedex Holders or Professors, are you?"
"Not that I'm aware of," Ryan shook his head.
"Could I see your Pokedex for a moment?" Petersen asked. When Ryan handed the device to him, the tech grabbed a cable and attached one end to the Pokedex and the other to his computer. A window popped up on the monitor with several lines of text. "I see you've registered yourself as the owner of this Pokedex," Petersen said curiously.
"It was blank when I found it," Ryan explained. "I mean... it didn't have a registered owner."
"Right, right," the tech said as he busily typed commands into the keyboard. "Now that's strange, I can't seem to find any manufacturer info on here. If I could find it, it might shed some light on where this Pokedex came from." He continued to type for a few more minutes before frowning once more. "Well, I can tell you one thing, the memory on this device is horrible. Are you sure this isn't some bootleg copy?"
"I-I don't think so," Ryan said, surprised. He hadn't considered the possibility of the Pokedex being fake. "Back in November I downloaded info on the Pokemon native to Unova... that could be why there's less memory."
Petersen shook his head. "No, there's definitely a lot more memory missing." He typed in a few quick commands and glanced at the screen. "It's not that the memory's missing, it's just being used. But what could take up that much memory?" The tech leaned forward and thought for several long minutes.
Ryan took the opportunity to glance around the room. Several other techs were busy at their own computers. A muted television in the corner was broadcasting the news; something about a giant Golurk that had wreaked havoc in Goldenrod.
Suddenly, Petersen sat straight up. "I've got it!" he cried, loudly enough that the other techs glared at him in annoyance. "It could be a ghost drive," he continued quietly. "That would explain the used memory and the lack of manufacturer info. But it would have to be a very effective one if you were able to load your profile on top of it."
"Wait, wait, slow down," Ryan said. "What's a ghost drive?"
"Let me explain," Petersen said, spinning around in his chair to face Ryan. "Your Pokedex is like a hi-tech encyclopedia, right? Essentially a small computer. Just like your regular desktop computer, information is organized into files within folders and sub-folders. Imagine it like a giant filing cabinet. Some of those files contain your profile information, what labels you as the Pokedex's owner and makes it unique from any other Pokedex. What a ghost drive does is take those files and place them in a secret compartment. Take the file cabinet analogy and imagine you build a false bottom in one of those drawers with your important documents hidden underneath. The drawer appears to be empty."
"So what you're saying," Ryan said, trying to wrap his mind around the explanation, "is that whoever owned this Pokedex created a ghost drive to hide his identity and I registered myself on the apparently unused Pokedex?"
"That's the beauty of it," Petersen smiled. "Most ghost drives are a simple image, so the Pokedex would appear empty. But if you were to try and load your profile onto one of those, you wouldn't be able to, as it would recognize that it already had an owner. But if I'm right and this Pokedex does have a ghost drive, that would account for the memory issue -- the 'dex has two people as registered users instead of one."
"But how can you be sure there is a ghost drive?" Ryan asked.
"That's the problem," Petersen sighed. "It could take months for me to crack into the files hidden under the ghost drive. The only person who can unlock them is the original owner."
"But without accessing the files, we have no way of knowing who the original owner is," Ryan frowned.
Disclaimer: I am not a technological genius; I simply made up the existence of a 'ghost drive.' Any similarities to real-life computer terms are purely coincidental.
Also, if it wasn't already obvious, I, too, will be posting a bit less frequently this semester. You know, school and all.
OOC: Cracking last reward point.
IC: When Madison queried the collective regarding the quality of their sleep, Cassius shook his head tiredly. The dark bags beneath his eyes spoke more eloquently than his words ever could on that particular subject. The last night had been far too hectic for the young traveler to obtain rest greater than a cursory slumber. He sighed as he recalled the barrage of events that had kept him wide wake.
Firstly, a hospitable Snowpoint resident had given him a Technical Machine in thanks for Baku's work absorbing the flame. Having never used such a device before, Faust was not merely curious as to its content but concerned about its appropriate application. Adding to his deliberation was that his team with the sole exception of Eikþyrnir did not clamor for its immediate use. Pondering for several hours, Cassius eventually decided to use the TM as per the vocal demands of Hafgufa, Baku, and Bhusunda.
But by then, another problem had arisen. A metal disk had been following Ichabod throughout the hours. Finding from a native that such a disk was, in fact, the body of a Pokemon called "Bronzor," Cassius had determined to capture it. But such victory was easier said than done. Figuring Bhusunda could use the experience, he eventually let loose the Murkrow. Yet her strange new power fizzled upon materializing. And even when it made contact with the foe, it caromed away. It appeared Bhusunda did not yet fully understand the move. Sighing, Cassius ordered her simply to Night Shade the hovering enemy until defeat. That, too, was easier said than done. It spun into Bhusunda with enough force to nearly knock her from the sky. Squawking indignantly, the crow was forced into an orderly retreat, and so she only defeated the disk after several hours of fight and flight.
Yet capture of the Bronzor did not end Cassius' troubles. Next, the new member of the team had to be introduced to his fellows. This affair was conducted, as per the request of the team, in a presumptuous and ceremonious manner. The novice was paraded with much pomp through the two columns of two companions apiece, stately Sawsbuck and reluctant Jellicent on one side and cheery Heatmor and dour Murkrow on the other. The subsequent cacophony of various sounds ensured the master of its creators was awake for many a hour following. And even now, the group demanded that the newly-christened "Xuanwu" should be next to learn of the TM's information...
Faust raised his eyes to the heavens, considering pleading to his Unovan deities for a vestige of control, before surrendering with another shake of the head. There was naught to be done. In Lacunosa, he recalled, there was a saying: que sera, sera. What will be, will be.
What was for Cero was hardly worthy of being complained about. Having visited a Pokemon Center shortly following the Goldenrod incident, his travels took him toRoute 34. There he happened to spot a curious Cacnea. Loosing Aridez, he attempted to tank it with a slow grind of Curse and Fire Fang, yet found it to disappear in the Sand Stream. The Team Magma agent decided instead to loose Piedra and command the cold Probopass to cripple the cactus with Thunder Wave before chipping away with a steady series of Discharges. At last capturing the creature, Cero headed back into Goldenrod up a party member and in as high spirits as his cautious nature permitted.
Samuel Freeman was also exultant, though for an unrelated set of reasons. First the newly-democratic citizens of Goldenrod had elected him their president. At least, they had given him some free stuff, which Freeman figured being a president entailed. People liked your face, so they gave you whatever defecation they had on hand. That was how a democratic government worked. Anyway, he was happy to reward his obedient little weapons of 'mon destruction get a few medals for their efforts. And he was happy to obtain another, too. A fish which seemed to like him (if its fanatic attempts to jump from the sea to lick his face with happy teeth extended were anything to go by) was a fantastic addition to his team. Letting loose ManBearPig, the nationalist let the Spoink Bounce his way to victory with hit-and-run attacks not dissimilar to the jets of his foe. The mammalian's new move may not have been perfected, either, yet it didn't hurt. Now Freeman had successfully converted the heathen. No longer would he be woefully unequipped to dual-wield swine and icthyoid against the red tide.
For now he fought with none but the dreaded Mr. Fish.
OOC: Cassius' TM is Hidden Power, while Freeman is receiving Hidden Power and Rock Slide. In addition, their captured 'mon are listed below for approval as well.
Trainer: Cassius I. Faust
Appearance: A Bronzor possessing incredible size for its species.
Personality: Uncompromising and totally devoted to a set of alien tenets of morality.
Specialty: Powerful and unrelenting attacks balanced by its lack of speed.
Known Moves: Faint Attack, Payback, Extrasensory, Future Sight, Heavy Slam, Gyro Ball
Nicknames: Mr. Fish
Trainer: Samuel Freeman
Appearance: Average in appearance for male Carvanha but for its smaller size.
Personality: A hyperactive and exuberant type overflowing with energy.
Specialty: Agile movement, along with powerful strikes.
Ability: Speed Boost
Known Moves: Crunch, Aqua Jet, Ice Fang, Skull Bash, Brine (egg move), AncientPower (egg move)
[font="'times new roman', serif;"][Hades][/font][font="'times new roman', serif;"]IC: Evan Tierra, The AlamoTears started to flow down Evan's face as his face contorted with pain. The Beheeyem he had with him noted his mental state's escalation. It knew that something was going on in his head to cause this but what? Landorus could feel it as well. Something had to be done to minimize the chances of Evan getting hurt"Get him out of here!", Landorus told the Beheeyem in a fierce tone, "Something is reaching out to him, aiming to cause him serious harm!"The Beheeyem exited its poke ball and enveloped Evan and Jenny in a soft purple light, whisking them away to a nearby island. Either from the shock of the teleportation, or from the sheer pain he was going through, Evan's eyes opened wide and he started to scream, tears continuing to flow from his eyes.....[Blade]IC: Jenny"Huh? What's going on? What's wrong?" Jenny asked, as everything suddenly happened, shocked at the sudden turn of events. Jenny frowned, as this definitely didn't seem right at all, but she wasn't sure what to do, since she wasn't sure what was wrong.[Hades]IC: Evan Tierra, Deserted Island"I could have prevented his death.", Evan said in a voice that rung with regret, "If we had only fought together, he wouldn't have died. It's all my fault!"At the sound of his yelling, all of Evan's Pokémon, aside from Landorus were sent out, all of them seeming confused at the situation...IC: Feral, Under Opelucid"Let me help." Feral said, smirking."You may have helped save the world, but you couldn't even save one person.", Feral's voice rang in Evan's mind, "What good are you?"IC: Evan Tierra, Deserted IslandAt that moment, the words rang in Evan's head, driving him further into despair. There didn't seem to be any way out of what was happening. So much was going on in his head.He couldn't take it anymore."Just leave me here.", Evan said to Jenny, "I think it's best that I stay here, lest I cause more problems."[Blade]IC: Jenny"What are you talking about?" Jenny said with a frown, looking right at Evan."I'm not going to leave you here in this state; and I don't understand what you mean by 'cause more problems' either." Jenny explained, worried about what he was yelling about just now.He couldn't mean... Seth?[Hades]IC: Evan Tierra, Deserted Island"Seth died because Klim and I couldn't help him.", Evan said, "What good am I now?"All of Evan's Pokémon huddled close to him as he looked at Jenny."Why stay with me?", Evan said in disbelief to Jenny, "I said to leave now. If you intend stay, you will have to prove yourself! Vlad, Tailwind!"At the sound of his command, Evan's Gliscor glided upward and whipped up a gale behind Evan, hoping to blow Jenny away from Evan's location.[Blade]IC: JennyJenny grit her teeth, as she was blown a few feet away, digging her shoes into the ground to prevent herself from flying further back. Through the wind, she sent out her Gyarados quickly."Hydro Pump, quickly!" Jenny called out, trying to get Vlad to stop the gale."You are perfectly good. Have you ever stopped to think, that Seth died because he didn't want you and Klim to be killed as well? If you three had've all fought, you all would have died along with Seth. Seth died, so that you could live the rest of your life in peace; why throw that away?" Jenny asked, a frown on her face, as she slowly attempted to make her way back to where Evan was, hoping that this might make him realize what was going on. She gripped the Pokeball that held her Tynamo, but didn't send it out just yet, as she was still unsure of the situation.[Hades]IC: Evan Tierra, Deserted IslandVlad was shot out of the sky by the Hydro Pump and was caught by Monstro, who laid him carefully onto the ground. Evan gritted his teeth, pondering what Jenny said."The rest of my life in peace?", Evan said, thinking clearly for once, "You may be right, but there may not be any going back to how I used to think. Behemoth, Rapid Fire Ice Shard on that Gyarados!"[Blade]IC: Jenny"I don't believe that you're right about that." Jenny said, as she focused more, and sent out the rest of her team, as some of them began to glow for some reason."Litlite, Heat Wave; Piglite, Super Power!" Jenny yelled out, as the Litwick unleashed a Heat wave on the icicles headed for Gyaralite; however, the Litwick didn't faint, and instead began to glow even more."I'm not letting my days of training, to actually be of help to you, go to waste. I'll show you my power!" Jenny said, as her Tynamo looked up at her, wondering what the plan actually was, holding off on evolution as long as possible as was told to...OOC: Okay, next post is going to be massive, and I'm gonna use up nearly all of my rewards for it. Just saving two for a reason later on, but that won't be for a while, just because of just what will happen next post.[Claus Von Minun the 4th]IC: James ArthurJames gives credit where credit was due, and thus he would have to admit that he was impressed by the improvement upon a good design. Not only was that so, but his mood significantly improved. Plus the silver armor as a side-note brought it a better aesthetic effect as his mind slightly drifted for the briefest of moments to thoughts of how it could be shaped. But in the end his found one topic to focus on.Just the obvious ones. First, excellent work and good show, you seem to have made good progress since last I watched. Though do give my condolences to Officer Lin, that he had to be hurt for my sake, which leads me to my other thought. About the type disadvantage gained, do you think it would be possible to eventually be rid of such a downside, or is it the cost of gaining such powers?There was one other thought that came to mind when he had the name of the sample subject. Registeel-B. That last bit might not have meant anything, but considering what he had kindly brought to his fellow executive (and that Liberty only had one Registeel on its side) What other thoughts may the executive have had, What of the Registeel? but on that point, he held his tongue.IC: Richard Apollo / Claus Von DiamondReally?Yep.Just sudden evolution of the guy who has the type advantage over 100% of my team.Looks like it.Can I concede?Nope.NutsRichard chuckled slightly as he watched Erebus in his new form. The Tentacruel was looking at itself, getting used to his new form and multiple new appendages. He grew quite larger from his former small self.He is kinda intimidating, isnt he? Well, fine if you want to be like that, Ill switch, Richard taunted as he recalled the Tentacruel and sent out Nyx.Claus sighed as he sent out Porky in response. I need something for that Tentacruel[Hades]IC: Evan Tierra, Deserted Island"Let's see what you've got!", Evan said, "All right, my Pokémon, prepare yourselves! To the front with all of you!"Monstro, Hippowdon, Gnip, and Lazengann immediately went to Behemoth's side, all ready to do battle. Monstro clenched his hands into fists and hit them together. Hippowdon opened her mouth wide and roared. Lazengann made several slicing motions with his claws. As if to signify the start of the battle, Gnip finished it all off with a tremendous roar that shook the very island."Go get 'em, my friends!", Evan said, feeling a little more at peace, "See if she has the power to back up those words!"[/font]