Rayquaza
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I will not die in the night, but in the light of the sun, with the ashes of this world in my lungs.
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Post by Rayquaza on Jul 4, 2009 23:11:22 GMT -5
The moon that was positioned high up in the sky seemed to cast an ethereal light to all things in its vicinity, bathing the land in a haunting light that did little to ease the fears of those would-be trainers brave enough to make their way here. The Old Tower, of course, did not escape such luminescence; the rumors and stories surrounding the cracked pillar seemed to become even more terrifying when night fell and the tower loomed, imposingly, over the graveyard. The vines that wrapped around its cracked surface could easily pass as gnarled, ghostly hands groping their way towards Earth and, undoubtedly, their next victim to drag into the waiting abyss.
If anyone were brave enough to venture into the tower itself, undoubtedly they would be met with countless ghost pokemon in various shapes and forms -- night was such a fun time, and there was much fun to be had with these foolhardy humans and their various fears -- and a cobweb to the face or two. But why would anyone venture within? Especially when the old legends bespake of never returning, once one had journeyed deep into the maws of the Old Tower. There would be, perhaps, a few ghost pokemon that would take pity on the humans that came to the tower in the hopes of seeing a loved one; their mischief then was slight, if it could even be called that. Taking the form of a departed human to soothe and comfort a human was not comletely unheard of for ghost pokemon, but the frequency with which it occurred wasn't enough to completely write away their more malevolent natures.
Should anyone have made their way to the top of the tower... well then, they probably would have been merited a great deal of bravery for that feat -- or else maybe the ghost pokemon were slacking off and being lazy -- and a sight most curious would have greeted their eyes.
Large coils of something green and serpent-like lay, rising and falling with each heavy, shuddering hiss of breath that thrummed through the floorboards and shook the dust from the ceiling. A few zubat spread their wings at a particularly strong gust of breath and flapped their way out of the large, gaping hole in the side of the tower from where the creature had apparently entered.
The body of the creature was long, curled up thrice around the area in lengthy, segmented coils that stretched all across the floor and beyond to the stairs. Various rudder-like designs protruded from its body to mark the segments, outlined in red and marking passage between the yellow diamond markings running along its sides. At one end a large, fish-like tail lay draped out of the make-shift exit/entryway to sway gently with the night breeze, and at the other end the long neck tucked into its body terminated in horn-like protrusions jutting out of the top and bottom of its head, the end of which was tucked into one of the lengthy coils spread all over the floor.
Rayquaza let out a draconic rumble of slumber; the floorboards creaked ominously beneath it, and then all was still.
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~Calista R.~
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Post by ~Calista R.~ on Jul 5, 2009 12:27:48 GMT -5
Calista’s lips twitched upwards in the slightest as she took sight of The Old Tower, standing erect in an eerie silence. With the moon sitting high up in the sky, casting an ominous glow along the tower and the gnarled vines creeping up along the tremendous walls, one’s mind would automatically divert to thoughts of how similar the tower and a scary movie were. As for Calista, her thoughts only shifted towards one thing, one somewhat interesting one at that…home. Something about the silence, haunted feel and stories about ghosts that roamed the many halls of the tower made her feel more alive, more welcomed than most generally did. Such feelings were not atypical for Calista, for she enjoyed imposing towers with abnormalities shrouding it in its already secluded location or anything that would provide a thrill for her.
Wandering in the cracked pillar possessed an uncertainty, nevertheless. If she entered, stories told of people never returning to their luminescent world filled with bright colors and the like. Now, Calista was enamored with darkness. She even took pleasure in her own, somewhat frightening, darkness that had etched itself so heavily in the pit of her soul. And yet, she still valued her life as a whole. Entering and never returning to see the light of day, to never experience another star-filled sky -- it didn’t seem to settle her expectations she’d built for herself as far as wandering around in the tower went. Due to the seemingly unwavering hesitation, which slowly inched its way into the catacombs of Calista’s mind, the young woman allowed her feet to trail along the dirt below. Her pace began slow, until she quickened in her own unusual nervousness.
Behind the woman sat an uninterested Espeon. A rumbling in her throat, resembling that of a Meowth’s purr began low, then grew loud enough to break the silence hanging limply amidst the two. Calista broke away from her voiceless reverie at this to make eye contact with her Pokemon.
“What? Is something wrong?” Calista asked, her voice quiet, yet loud enough for the Pokemon’s ears to receive.
Calista’s pacing stopped long enough for her to reach down and pick Amethyst up, knowing fully well that that Espeon preferred to lounge around in her trainer’s arm as opposed to walking. It was an odd, innate characteristic about Amethyst that hadn’t shown any signs of changing.
“Nothing. I’m just contented, not bothered by this tower. You, however, seem rather frightened.” Amethyst’s eyes closed, while the gem on her forehead glinted in the moonlight. Calista’s lips twitched once again, interested in what the Espeon was saying. “It’s odd for you to be frightened by anything. What lies inside bothers you, doesn’t it? Ghosts. What bothersome creatures even I sometimes fear,” Amethyst said, her voice smooth and gentle like always.
The Pokemon’s eyes opened once again, taking in the sight around the two once again. Amethyst was not worried about what she saw on the outside, and instead dread to witness what lay within. Calista’s team would be massacred by the ghost-ridden tower, as would she without them.
“I still wish to enter. I wonder what truly keeps people from coming out of this tower, aside from the ghost-types that made their home here. Something powerful must have claimed all the spirits lives, I just wish to lay eyes on it, if even for a moment. A far glance would even suffice,” Calista explained, as a new dexterity and strength edged its way into her words. “I just fear becoming one of the people in all those stories…That is besides the point, though. I -- wait. Where did Jacinth go? She was next to you, wasn’t she?”
Amethyst’s eyes skimmed the scenery around her, widened as a sudden realization was thrust upon her. “I haven’t seen her. Is she in your backpack? You know how she likes to hide in there sometimes.” Calista shook her head as a “no”, her eyes then grew wide. “I swear she was right beside me. She couldn’t have wandered far, her teleportation skills are mediocre. Then again, I never really know where she vanishes to when she experiments with her power…”
Calista’s pacing grew swifter at the thought of her baby Pokemon wandering off into the Tower alone, yet something told her that her Pokemon had done just what she wished for it not to.
“This is not good, Amethyst. Not good at all. Jacinth doesn’t know anything about fighting or Pokemon for that matter. Ghost-types will kill her unless she teleports frequently enough to avoid them. And we can’t just stand around while she is lost either. We need to find help, even if I’d rather take care of matters myself.” Calista wandered in the opposite direction of the tower, holding onto a wish that maybe, just maybe someone would provide aid. Her lips pursed then, and she shouted something she normally would not: “Help! Someone please, help!”
Little did Calista know, her little Abra was safe…in a sense. She was most definitely out of harms way, sitting perched upon a wood beam in the highest room of the tall tower. Below her slept a fearsome beast, and Jacinth merely stared in complete and utter awe of just how tremendous the legendary was. The Abra couldn’t even find it in herself to prattle on about nothingness like she normally would, and instead allowed her eyes to rest on the coils the Rayquaza had wrapped itself into.
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{{Hope this was okay. I was trying to find a way to get Rath and his Rayquaza involved...and hopefully Dalton and Calista can agree long enough to search out Jacinth. XD}}
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 5, 2009 14:33:16 GMT -5
[size=1 A lone beam of light cut through the fog, and darkness. The thick soup-like air flowed through it, wrapped around it, and attempted to stifle it out like a giant snake. The little beam broke through, and illuminated a patch of dying vines sinking into the mortar of the tower. If you followed this tiny beam, one would find themselves at the bulb of a rather weighty onyx flashlight. But even in the land of the ghosts, it wasn't hovering on its own! How utterly preposterous--why would a host (who likely loves the dark) need a flashlight? The metallic tube was currently held by a dusty fist, which merged with a rather narrow arm. The top part of the arm became half of a pair of broad shoulders. A slightly muscular neck held up a head with a face. The mouth of this face was currently pushed forward in the after-pose of a long whistle. "Wow Wanna , what a place! Wonder if Baha's chillin' in there? Told me he'd see me again, furry little bugger." The high-pitched whistle echoed back, the atmosphere of the graveyard tugging on and distorting it until it became a ghostly noise. Instead of the awed noise it had been meant, it now resembled a banshee's wail--lonely, chilling, and somehow alluring.
Beside him a little yellow beast shivered, its eyes narrowed, and it shook a fist at the much taller man. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! They will hear you!" A smile tugged at the ranger's chapped lips, who tilted his head to stare at the little Elekid. " You scared ? Really !? Aww, lemme hold you!" Kneeling down, the man went to wrap his arms around the stout Pokemon, who slapped at his pale face, before running up a nearby hill. "YOU ARE FUCKIN' CREEPY BEEN! DON'T TOUCH ME! " Lifting a cylindrical arm, the Elekid pointed a shaking ivory claw at his trainer, as the man rose to his feet.
A gentle breeze blew through the graveyard, played with Dalton's feather like hair--making the Elekid shiver once again. Dude. It was creepy.
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Dalton rose back to his feet, and brushed loamy graveyard soil from his grey colored pants. Peering through his tussled hair, the ranger scrutinized the hysterical Elekid, and grinned. A low moan erupted from his lips, his arms extending forward in a washboard style. Long spindly legs lifted up stiffly, and Dalton surged forward in a soldier like walk. The untrimmed hair around his face, fell forward like a curtain, shadows disguising his face, which was halfway to breaking out into laughter.
Wannabe on the other hand did not find it funny . With a very girly scream, the Elekid raced forward--mistook the tower for the door to a shed, and ducked inside. Darkness instantly overwhelmed him, but the electric-type continued to wander blindly. Catching his foot on the edge of a worn step, he crashed head first into a rotting stair. Another one of Dalton's zombie-like noises hit his ears, and the Elekid stood back up and fled. The little electric type bumped against some fleshy substance (Calista?) before racing away once again. Laughter echoed in his ears--as horrific visions danced on the edge fo his vision.
The quiet click of claws echoed throughout the old tower, Zubats awoken from slumber now fluttered overhead. Moonlight occasionally illuminated his narrow feet with bright flashes , casting his shadow along the wall.
The conversation below no longer reached him, but the taunts of the ghost pokemon did. --
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Dalton stared at the spot where his Elekid had disappeared, and sighed. "I didn' mean to scare ya . " With a flick of his wrist, the man removed his feathery hair from his eyes, before jogging toward the daunting tower ahead. The echo of a slamming door caused him to wince. The poor little guy had gone inside! Without him! The moon peeked out through a cropping of clouds, and the ranger clipped his flashlight to the waistband of his pants. The entire graveyard was now silent.
After just a few moments of quiet, human [it seemed] voices echoed across the landscape.
Then a single word swelled above the rest--pulling at Dalton's cop instincts, along with his heart-strings. "Hang on Miss!" It likely did not reach the girl, even he didn't want to shout in a place like this, but it reassured Dalton.
Reaching the rotting door, he shoved it open with a shoulder, his orange eyes squinting in the darkness. Nearby a lavender Espeon, and trainer hovered in a patch of moonlight.
Hopefully it was not the game of some specter--little buggers could be annoying. Although they were cute!
Pausing a few feet behind Calista, Dalton's face became steeped with concern, a smile still hovering just below the small frown.
The patchy moonlight illuminated the green collar wrapped about his neck--from which an old faded picture hung. The voice was youthful, but somewhat condescending. " Missy you do know its dangerous here don;t ya? If this is some dare-- I suggest ya go back home. Lotsa kids fall through these old floorboards." Dalton quickly tapped a boot against the greening wood to accent his point.
The frown faltered, pulling upwards. " So anyway--with all that adult crap out of the way . What do you two need help with? I kind of need some myself--my Elekid kind of .. ran away . ." No doubt they'd heard him scream--only a deaf man on the other side of the world wouldn't have.
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Rayquaza
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Post by Rayquaza on Jul 6, 2009 20:50:32 GMT -5
[ Needs moar longer posts. :U ]
It would not have been very proper or befitting of a legendary to have slept as deeply as this one did -- especially considering there was no magic spell to be enchanted with or any sort of wondrous flute to lull it into the enticing arms of unsconsciousness -- but sleep on Rayquaza did, the gentle rise and fall of its serpent-like body marking each passage of breath like a metronome. The Zubat that had fled through the open hole in the side of the building did not pique the creature's interest, nor did it seem to stir it much from sleep; even when all was silent and the tower's creaks and groans had faded, the large dragon did not flicker an eye nor hasten its breath. Those were wild, stupid creatures and not worth an ounce of the legendary's attention.
But the scent that filled its nostrils quite suddenly did manage to pierce through the veil of its dreams and invoke some semblance of coherent thought. It was one that the legendary had grown to despise over the years and, with its hatred and revulsion of the human species still going strong, it didn't take much time of the scent pervading his dreams before it stirred the dragon from sleep.
The disjointed strings of thought and distorted mental imagery that was flashing through the great beast's mind in slumber abruptly slowed, then stopped altogether as vivid self-awareness reared its head and the dragon stirred amidst the throes of sleep. From over the side of one massive coil a flash of yellow appeared out of the darkness, tinged with a slight haze of lethargy that gradually cleared when normal thought process kicked in again. At this time the behemoth's body began to shift and move like the turning of gears and that prodigious dragon's head began to lift.
The golden slit marking the placement of its eyes began to grow larger when Rayquaza had lifted its head completely. That long snout shifted to open and reveal a set of small teeth lining the inside of its mouth, and a heavy, feral hiss issued forth from between its wide jaws. There was something here... there was something tainted with human in the Tower. The same arrogant, stupid species that were responsible for the destruction of the land and Rayquaza's territory; they had dared to venture into the Old Tower while it slept within?
The coils of its body jerked and snapped outward to perhaps stir the human-scented creature out of whatever hole it was hiding in. The floorboards beneath the dragon pokemon creaked and complained even more so with the shifting of weight across its crickety surface. It was a wonder the floor didn't just collapse in on itself, seeing as how there were already a few holes in the ground from a misstep or two. Its clawed hands, having been folded previously tight against its body, remained close to its upper half as the dragon sat up completely and bowed so as to avoid hitting its head on any of the wide beams high above. The scent was stronger here on the upper floor and, suspicious, the legendary slowly shifted its cat-like eyes to and fro in search of the culprit.
Rayquaza arched its head higher, peering into the farthest corners of the room but not yet turning its gaze above. The corners of its lips had peeled back in a low growl that thrummed through its body and vibrated the dust from the ground beneath it. Really, there was some fortune to be had here when Rayquaza did not pick up on the faint, far-off voices of the people down below and thus its rage at the thought of humans treading upon his ground was quelled, for the time being.
That did not quell the spark of annoyance at an unseen trespasser, one that shared the scent of humans, hovering just out of sight in its presence.
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~Calista R.~
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Post by ~Calista R.~ on Jul 7, 2009 9:17:34 GMT -5
Darkness enveloped Calista and Amethyst as they trudged through the woods aimlessly. A fading beam of light created by the moon only slightly bestowed itself upon the girl, revealing to the eye her troubled face, before fading off into oblivion. Her eyes, even in the dark, were wide and blank, filled with the terror of never seeing her Abra again. Upon her head sat a black hood, veiling her tresses away in nothingness. The hood then tapered off, forming to her figure in a sweat jacket form, which Calista had brought to fend of the cold, summer’s night, as well as the eerie chill always emitted from anything frightening, such as venturing inside an unknown building.
“I can feel a presence,” Amethyst told Calista in her dream-like voice.
Calista’s quick steps came to a halt as she skimmed the parameters. Somehow moonlight thrust itself upon her, as if emanating that of a form of hope. Her striking, yet daunting features were easily seen then, as well as her dirty attire she had yet to dust off. A presence? There was nothing around her for miles it seemed, only black that shrouded everything beyond her patch of moonlight and encased it in its shadows. Amethyst seemed to notice the sense loneliness that hung limply around the two and shivered from inside her trainer’s warm arms. Perhaps her hypothesis on a presence being near had been gravely mistaken in the wish of finding help for something else?
“Are you sure that someone or something is near? I can’t see as far as the moon ends, it’s all black.”
Amethyst blinked and peered out against the black. Upon her gentle face was a determined expression. She could tell how immense Calista’s wishes to find Jacinth were, and how fearful the trainer really was. Due to that, Amethyst wanted to quell her trainer’s fears. Still, there wasn’t much that could be done aside from clinging onto a splintered hope that Jacinth would materialize beside the two with a look of pure excitement lining her face in the fact that she had scared the two. Even though it would most likely infuriate Calista, it was still better than the gut feeling lingering in the pit of both the Espeon’s and the trainer’s stomach, in which told them that something wasn’t necessarily protecting the baby Abra from harm’s way.
“I’m not sure. I can feel tension, that’s all. It could be your’s, and that would make sense. I can’t distinguish who’s feelings are who’s,” Amethyst replied sourly, clearly angered by her own downfall. “I’m sorry my help has failed you.” A firm line graced the Pokemon’s lips resembling that of a grimace.
Calista shook her head. “It’s fine, Amethyst. Anyone could have misunderstood their feelings it’s -- WHOAH!” Calista’s voice raised an octave as she wailed out into the shadow’s she had been pushed into by something -- or someone, she couldn’t tell at this point. All she knew at that point was the fact that the thing had pipes -- he could wail! “The hell was that?” she asked, and climbed the her feet to dust the graveyard dirt that soiled her clothes from their fabrics.
A yellow figure, only slightly visible at the moment disappeared through a veil created by a looming tree, then trailed up one final hill, only to leave a loud bang of a door in its wake. The figure must have been frightened tremendously for it to run, and at such a speed as that. The terror had also been blaringly obvious and capable of being realized by Calista once she hit the ground below. To throw a full grown woman off her feet -- that was something. She just wondered why someone would wish to wander in a tower such as the one now staring her in the face alone. There were ghosts inside, as well as other obstacles to be provided -- venturing inside without a friend was a clear sign of someone not valuing their lives to the fullest. She could only pray for that inevitable lost soul now, in hopes that their end would be painless and warranted afterward.
A brilliant thought then probed at Calista’s mind. Before she had a fear of losing herself to the ghosts within the tower, now she had a purpose. She could wander inside and hopefully extract the thing that had bumped and knocked her over just moments before, which, in turn, would help them cheat death. The chances of losing herself were great, even though she now had a drive. With that in mind, Calista placed her Espeon on the ground below and began heading her way back up from where she came. Behind her she could hear muddled strains of curses, or at least that’s what her ears had received, and she chuckled. Amethyst’s persistence only continued as Calista opened the door to the creaky pillar and stepped inside. If it hadn’t been all that dark before, it was now. She couldn’t see anything.
A sudden heaviness filling the air around her startled Calista, and then a voice rang out in the darkness. The person sounded older than she, as well as condescending. After hearing what the male had to say, Calista pivoted on the heel and allowed herself to come face-to-face with the man. Though the dark made it awfully hard to see, Calista could make out a few features by squinting out against it. The man had feathery hair, as well as a somewhat intimidating face. Amethyst’s hackles rose as she felt suddenly on edge. If the male was to attack her trainer, and Calista couldn’t fight back herself, Amethyst was ready.
“I know it’s dangerous, and I’m not here on a dare. I’m here on a mission, Sir,” Calista retorted harshly. She hated when people spoke to her as if she were inferior. “I’m not a kid, either. Talk to me like one, and you can bet you’ll have another thing headed your way.”
So the floorboards were breakable? Calista’s lips lined with a malicious smirk. She could easily snap the rotting wood and allow the wood to “accidentally” nail the man against the head. She didn’t like the way he spoke to her, didn’t like how he just popped up out of thin air. It was as if he had been watching her, almost. Her eyes dropped to her Espeon, and tightened at the corner bringing them into a smile. Amethyst wasn’t all too sure about the man either. She had a right to be.
The man spoke again, this time mentally slapping Calista across the face with what he’d said. She had called for help, he just happened to come to the rescue. It all made sense now. “My Abra, Jacinth, she teleported somewhere. I have a feeling she’s somewhere inside here. Creepy towers don’t bother her, which scares me, she only truly fears Magikarp. As for your Elekid, something yellow knocked me over back there. It was sort of loud, too. What spooked him?”
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 7, 2009 19:20:44 GMT -5
The Elekid flashed by in a series of moonbeams--air forcing itself from its lungs in shaking gasps. The fat deposits littered about its body jiggled as it picked up the pace, feet slapping against the creaking wood. Dust flew behind the out-of0shape Elekid in clouds, drawing coughs from its lungs. With a gasp, the chubby Pokemon feel forward, its right-hand wrapping around the banister. The left was splayed on the ground--supporting the breathless Pokemon. Slowly raising back to his feet, Wannabe paused to stare over the staircase, which was a bad idea. Instantly his head spun in shock--stairs wound down below for what seemed like miles, a single spot of light outlined the bottom floor. With wide eyes, the electric type staggered backward, its claws refusing to let go of the banister's supports.
With a "CRACK!" the piece of rotted wood came off in his hands. With a yelp--the Elekid tossed it away. It was then that the ghost pokemon started again, unseen shadows brushing the Elekid, nudging it --toying with it. Eyes glittered blue in the shadowy recesses of the staircase, an unseen shape hurtled past the Elekid's volt-conductors, before another shoved him forward. Now at the edge of a moonbeam, the Elekid's rapid breathing increased. That was a lot of eyes-- a single hollow laugh echoed in the stairwell, and to the ghost type's glee he ran back up the stairs. Narrowly avoiding another fall, the Elekid hurtled forward, ragged breaths erupting from his lungs--his eyes burning, his legs screaming for rest [ little guy needed some exercise.]. When it seemed he could take no more--his feet found themselves on a flat surface, a smirk creased his face, as he raised his fist in a rude gesture to the ghost pokemon below.
The ghost Pokemon that had been below. With a pained laugh, the Elekid murmured: "SHOWED YOU WHO'S BOSS YOU FUCKING GHOULS!" Before turning around to view his new surroundings.
Wannabe instantly wished he hadn't.
" HOLY SHIT!" The words curled through the tower like the coils piled in front of him. Stumbling backward--Wannabe grasped fruitlessly for the stairrail. The hiss had been disguised by the ghost pokemon's constant chatter--but there was no hiding the trap at the top of the tower .. .
This was a monster. ---
Dalton merely grinned as Calista whirled about to face him. The obvious sarcasm in her voice did not effect it in the slightest. Instead, he splayed his hands on his hips, and he replied: "I do adore being nosy miss--- a mission? " Unclipping the flashlight from his belt, he turned toward the staircase with a slight frown. The man was half listening to Calista: "Meant nothing by it ki--missy." The Ranger coudl not resist a wink, he'd never listened very well. " If I don't call ya "Kid" .. you don't go calling me sir. names Daltbe--Dalton. Wait-- what the heck can you mean? Another thing . .?"
Leaning forward, Dalton perused the young lady's face. The man's nose was now an inch from Calista's much smaller nose. " Your face is gonna get stuck if you keep making faces like that." The words were playful., taunting, and stated in an extremely chipper tone--Dalton's was very rarely thrown off the happy-horse by a few sour looks.
"Aww...poor baby. I hope she's okay--nasty things lurk around here. Not being afraid of em . .well they wouldn't like that." The comment about magikarps drew a smile to his face, those fish could be pretty scary! Especially when they slapped you with that little fin. "Loud? That's definitely Wannabe .. but running? Never seen him run in my life .. . ." Maybe he should give him hugs more often? Now Dalton's face turned sheepish, blush coloring his cheeks. The words ran together into a giant mess, but this much was audible: "Mighta had something to do with me . ." A loud noise, like that of snapping wood, echoed through the tower, Dalton's head snapped up.
Squinting into the darkness, the ranger could make out a shape hurtling through the air. "I suggest you two beautiful ladies step to the right . .. " Normally he would love playing the hero--shoving her out of the way and such. But, judging by the harsh manners of this girl--she wouldn't appreciate it. Some women hated being Damsels in distress.
Taking his own advice, Dalton stepped to the left, careful to keep his spindly legs apart.
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The chunk of wood flew like an arrow from a bow, its target? The floor. Or more accurately, Calista's forehead. Dalton's eyes followed its trajectory with a worried frown. It was close . . . five yards up . .
Two yards . . .
One yard . . .
IMPA--wait was that a scream?
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Whipping the flashlight from his belt loop, Dalton raced toward the stairs.
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Rayquaza
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Post by Rayquaza on Jul 9, 2009 16:28:43 GMT -5
A steady cloud of dust had started to rise the more the massive coils of Rayquaza's body moved, serving as an impromptu smokescreen to shield the legendary pokemon from view. Such a tactic was probably wasted, though; the graphic expletive shrieked into the otherwise still night had its head jerking toward the source of the noise and its eyes narrowed to mere slits. Another with the taint of humans, speaking their language?
Revolting.
How far had the pokemon of this region fallen to adapt so readily and easily to the ways of the humans that were, no doubt, responsible for the state of the land all around? Certainly not all of them, Rayquaza had been assured, but that did not do much to ease its hatred for the destruction of the land. And now they were here, in his Tower-- for some ridiculous, foolish purpose or another, Arceus willing.
Presently its gaze fell on the little, somewhat overweight Elekid stumbling just beyond its realm of vision. At that moment it snapped forward like a snake, lunging right for the hapless creature in a twisting contortion of its lengthy body in a mimicry of flight. The floorboards strained and groaned beneath the occasional pressure the legendary would put on it, but the fact that they did not cave in could be attested to the dragon's rather extraordinary ability to fly.
Unlike birds, Rayquaza did not have wings to propell it through the air-- so more often than not, it would hover and glide, slicing through the air with its aerodynamic body without much effort put forth to keep it aloft. It was not something that the legendary could explain right away, nor did it want to. The gift of flight was probably only a secret that Arceus would know, and Rayquaza was perfectly content in its ignorance, for the time being.
The Elekid did not have quite as strong a scent as the other that had been pervading the legendary's dreams, but the taint was there nonetheless. The dragon had not lunged with the intent to attack, especially considering just what sort of pokemon had stumbled upon its sleeping abode. Despite the disgusting smell to it, a smell that even now had the legendary's eyes filling with hatred, it was a weakling. A small, puny creature like that would not have been worth killing, no matter its allegiance with humankind. The effort exerted to exterminate it would have been a waste and an insult to the dragon pokemon [ that and, Rayquaza did not want to decimate the rickety old Tower more than it already was. Restraint was not something it practiced often ].
Having rearranged itself so that its lower half was looping and spiralling out towards the gaping hole in the back of the tower, Rayquaza arced its head up to peer first at the Elekid before it, then at the darkened staircase behind the creature where the ghost pokemon lurked. There was a moment of silence as it whipped around the electric pokemon in small, short gusts of wind that raised even more dust off the floor before gliding around to hover in front of it once again. A critical, yet curious look tinged its glowing-yellow eyes and, with maws opened wide in another feral growl that now bordered on a draconic roar of malcontent, it leaned forth to hiss and snap its jaws with another jerk of its quivering coils.
<Another pet to the humans-- why have you come here?> The language spoken was more a long the lines of another snarling roar; Rayquaza did know English, enough to understand and comprehend just what was being spoken to it. That did not mean that the legendary was apt to go about speaking in the human tongue anytime soon.
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~Calista R.~
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Post by ~Calista R.~ on Jul 11, 2009 12:45:19 GMT -5
{{Bleh. Finally got around to posting. Stupid thing won't come in the mail!}} Jacinth watched as the Rayquaza snapped out in what seemed to be an attempt at a powerful strike aimed at the young Elekid. It was in that instant that she could finally sense just how much danger she really was in, given the Pokemon would try to attack her this time around. The sudden epiphany struck a sour chord in her mind and etched a sense of fear for her life deep within. However, when she closed her eyes and focused on where her trainer and friends were, she couldn’t teleport. She was stuck, immobilized by her own fear. There was nothing she could down now, nothing that would help her to weasel her way out of the sticky situation she had put herself in.
All she had wanted was to have some fun and play in a tower. She’d never expected there to be a giant beast dwelling from deep within, nor did she expect it to be so vicious. To her the legendary dragon looked “pretty”—nothing more, but that was before she realized just what it could do to her. Young Pokemon weren’t safe from harm, nothing was. The Rayquaza attacked with no discrimination, it disliked all that coincided with humans. Jacinth shuddered at the thought, and focused in on what was happening around her. She realized then that the beast hadn’t struck the Pokemon, it only seemed like it had. She figured it to be the legendary’s method of instilling fear in its enemies, though wasn’t completely sure.
<Another pet to the humans-- why have you come here?> The Rayquaza didn’t speak human, only its native Pokemon tongue. Jacinth simply continued watching, pondering if she should speak out for the Elekid’s sake. She was one for talking, anyone could tell that by listening to her for just a shorts moment time—yet, there were much more important matters to be taken into mind. She had to find a way out of the tower even if she couldn’t teleport at the moment. There had to be a way, there just had to be. An idea came forward then, if even not truly a developed one. She was a baby, nonetheless. Anything coming from her mind was probably short of something exemplary, but it would do.
<What’s the pretty dragons name?> It had been a long time since she had used her native tongue, and she didn’t enjoy using it much to her surprise. She enjoyed speaking like the humans did, even if the Rayquaza clearly didn’t. <I’m Jacinth. Yupp, yupp. Do you know where Calista is?> So her plan was pretty inept and obviously not thought out whatsoever, but it was too late now. She’d spoken.
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Calista continued glowering up at the man as he continued speaking to her. She didn’t understand why he just didn’t give up. Even if she did put on a smile, he wouldn’t be able to read her poker face—rarely anyone could. She liked it that way, didn’t like meeting people and giving them her full trust. It almost always ended up in a downfall, and she didn’t desire that. All Calista could think about was Jacinth, her Jacinth.
“Dalton? Okay, Dalton. I’m Calista, and that’s all you need to know about me. Anything else is none of your business. As for that “another thing” comment, I’ll only be telling you if I find it necessary—and even then I might not tell you.” Calista winked at the man, something she almost never did.
Dalton’s next comment caused the youth’s smirk to fade. Her lips loosened at the corners, her jaw falling open. It was like a scene in a movie where someone’s jaw just fell agape, and that said person had to actually pick their jaw up from where it hung and push it back into place. Calista didn’t do that, unfortunately. Instead, she just stared at the man. Her cheeks were flushed as annoyance crept into her veins and stayed there. He really did know what to say to piss her off—even if a lot did piss her off.
“My face will not stay this way. That’s clearly a lie. I’m onto you, Mr. Dalton. And would you stop with that overly chipper and charismatic nature of yours? It’s highly revolting, to be completely honest. When you smile I feel like clawing my eyes out—literally. I’m dead serious,” Calista grumbled, and folded her arms across her chest. So getting along with this man probably wouldn’t happen—worse things could happen.
Amethyst glowered up at Dalton, her gem glowing in annoyance that mimicked her trainer’s. “Calista, do you wish for me to do away with him?”
Calista raised her hand in the air, her fingers splaying in an odd manner. “That will not be needed. I do need his assistance. I can’t go wandering alone in a ghost-filled habitat, you know that,” Calista glared at Amethyst in order to get her point across. The Pokemon simply nodded, forgetting that, like her, Calista was considered “psychic.” Ghosts could kill her. “I hope Jacinth is okay as well. Hn. He was certainly running…and screaming.” A blush crept along the man’s cheeks as he spoke in a sheepish voice. It almost broke Calista—almost. “Don’t worry too much about it. We’ll figure out a way to get him back. We will.”
Calista shuffled her feet, then focused on something heading their way in the darkness. Completely ignoring what the man said, Calista stared at the the piece of wood headed for her face. Amethyst’s gemstone on her forehead glowed once again, readying to throw the piece of wood in another direction. Again Calista’s fingers splayed in an odd manner, causing the Espeon to bristle with indignation. Amethyst wanted to be the hero, it seemed; however, Calista didn’t need a hero. With her fingers still in the air, she focused and the block of wood stopped mid-air. She jerked her fingers to the right and the wood hurtled in suit. Calista’s lips tightened at the corner—she was smiling. She then noticed Dalton had already left her side and dashed towards the stairs.
“Hey!” Calista shouted, and grabbed his hand. A warm blush crept along her cheeks. Dalton was a man, and Calista never really had…touched one. She didn’t particularly enjoy it, though it brought upon a sense of safety. “You’re coming with me.” Her voice was soft, and for the first time in a while filled with another emotion: fearful.
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 11, 2009 17:08:16 GMT -5
Wannabe stomach dropped through the floor, and he had an urge to urinate. Instead--he attempted to back farther out of the room, his stubby little claws grasping uselessly at the nearby rail. Dust clouded his vision, an unseen menace moving in the murky air--harsh winds tore at his chubby frame, a whimper escaped from deep inside his chest. Sounds like thunderclaps shook the air as Rayquaza whipped about Wannabe-- the tree-trunk sized coils passed within inches of the terrified pokemon. The Elekid stumbled forward to avoid tripping over the newest coil fencing it in. The little Pokemon felt like a cow in a pen, a trapped, terrified, cow being loaded into a butcher's van. Air rushed apst his body once again--Rayquaza's aerodynamic shape cutting the tense air like a knife , a knife so close that the Elekid could feel the sharpened edge. All of the sudden the movement stopped, the air now still--dust settling about the room in a thick layer.
The little yellow creature was forced to bend backwards--in order to see the terrible eyes staring down at it. A nervous lump rose in the Elekid's throat--what was this monster!? Caught in its terrible presence like a rabbit in a snare-- the Elekid stared dumble as its mouth opened-- blade like teeth glittering in the moonlight. A noise louder then anything he had heard before echoed in his ears--as the Rayquaza darted forward, jaws snapping at the air. With a gasp, Wannabe staggered back, tripping over his own feet and hittign the rotting floor in a puff of dust. It seemed .. well he might be trapped--that thing could tear the staircase up with a single slap of its tail. .. not that it could beat him!
The god-like Pokemon then spoke. The rumbling voice shook the very core of Wannabe's body, the Elekid's eyes stared at the snake-like beast uncomprehending. " Wha . . ?" The yellow creature began, the earlier roar still echoed in his ears--his brain was a giant mass of fear and terror. Wrapping its arms about itself, the Elekid replied the only way it knew how . .. rudely. It began in halting poke-speech, slowly dissolving into english, its voice gruff. "< I AIN'T NO PET! WHAT BUSINESS IS IT OF YOURS YOU BIG SCALY ---THING! GROWLING AT PEOPLE LIKE THAT!>" The Elekid stopped to take a quivering breath. Its final words tumbling out in a jumble--growing fear obvious in the quiver of his words. "What the hell is your problem--!?" Pausing, the Elekid turned to stare at jacinth, Wannabe's fists dropped back to his side--after being placed on his hips.
Turning back to Rayquaza, the Elekid felt his stomach roll in terror. Wannabe's beady eyes widened. In a squeaky voice, the little creature attemped to apologize. "Err--umm .. .<sorry---!"> Maybe he hadn't offended him? On second thought. . .better to run while your ahead[not in the belly of a giant dragon-snake].
With a very ungraceful leap, the Elekid flew toward the rotting stairs.
Stupid Abra could take care of herself!
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Leaning over [so his smile hovered above the shorter girl's nose]Dalton returned Calista's stare, his orange eyes twinkling with amusement. A secretive smile was still plastered on his face, the little picture from his neck danced about, as Dalton silently chuckled. " A pleasure then Calista. Oh come on now! You've gone and made me curious~! Ah well--I guess we all need our secrets." The wink looked rather out of place on the glowering Pravus member, and Dalton took a step back. Blinking in shock, Dalton returned the gesture, a rogue-ish smile replacing the closed one. Straightening his back Dalton clapped a hand over his back. "Oh I'm getting too old to be doing that-- next time I try to be a gymnast, smack me Miss Calista." The next comment caused the man to let out an overdramatic gasp, faltering backward, a hand clasped over his heart. "Oh my! You're breaking my heart--first you're telling me that my mommy lied to me! Now you say that I annoy you!" In the next instant the dramatic actor disappeared--replaced with a pursed lipped, stern eyed Dalton. The edges of his mouth danced with mirth. " I would love to grant that request Cali dear, but if I do a giant Arcanine will toast my ass. " Pausing, the man lifted his shoulders in a shrug. Piano like fingers tapping out a jaunty tune on the rough fabric of his jeans. " Doubt you'd like the alternative anyway-- I make a tragedy look fun."
Kneeling down so that he was on the same level as Amethyst, Dalton peered into the deep violet eyes of the pokemon. " I never did ask your name did I? It's almost as rude as you attempting to assassinate me behind my back dear Espeon." Raising back to his boot shod feet, he nodded his thanks to Calista. " I would hate to wander around this place alone--ghosts aor not. It gives me the willies." At least he was honest--or as honest as he could be with the grin stretched across his face. Dalton didn't reply to Calista's next statement, but merely nodded. Of course they would! After all what was the worst that could happen in a dark . .ghost-filled .. rotten tower?
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Turned the other way Dalton only heard the wood clatter as it hit the ground.
Just as the sound of rubber on wood echoed about the tower--another foot raised to the next step, Dalton found himself tugged back by a persistent hand. Stumbling backward the man came to a standstill behind Calista, his flashlight pointed upward toward the ceiling. Turning toward Calista Dalton laid a lone finger against his lips. " No need to shout--and I do believe YOU'RE coming with ME. I did step up here first." Without attempting to free his hand, Dalton took a tentative step on the staircase , wich let out a creak.
Another step . .then another . .
Wood bent underneath Dalton's weight, even as a odd hiss like noise reached his ears. All the muscles in his body shrieked: "RUN! UP!" The hero-complex echoed those sentiments .. but Dalton wasn't stupid . .it would be too dangerous to run up these stairs . .
Right?
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Post by Rayquaza on Jul 14, 2009 19:16:42 GMT -5
The interlocking emerald-green coils continued to twist and contort with each passing second; the gesture was oddly reminiscent of a human girl twisting her hair about her fingers, or a Buneary hopping about from foot to foot. It was not an act of nervousness or vexation, not at all, but rather the emotion emanating from each fluid movement was a simple one; boredom. This feeling was further reflected in its eyes as, after hearing the little outbursts in turn from both the Abra and the Elekid before it, Rayquaza closed its snarling mouth and lifted its head up high. Its cat-yellow pupils drifted to the corners of its eyes as though it could see Jacinth without turning. The end of its body that had been lounging in the outside of the Tower curled up and began to retreat within the rickety old building segment by segment.
An Abra and an Elekid...
.... And it was in that moment that two and two clicked together. From the looks of things there was no allegiance between these two seemingly random pokemon. They had come here alone, and yet they still had the taint of human fresh upon their persons. The fearfulness of the Elekid before him could be written off as a mere case of fright at having come into contact with a legendary for the first time. It was no secret that Rayquaza did not choose to come down from the ozone layer often. However--- a fear like the one the pokemon had exemplified could have been an enhanced version of an already lingering scare, like being lost in a Tower without its human Master...
<What's the pretty dragon's name? I'm Jacinth. Yupp, yupp. Do you know where Calista is?>
That little statement alone seemed to sum up Rayquaza's doubts and do away with them with a sudden injection of truth. The situation presented itself all too clearly now and the "pretty dragon" took a moment to reiterate just what was going on in its head.
So there were humans in the Tower. There were humans ... in his Tower...
The surge of rage that had been previously tempered with his condescending amusement at the creatures around it broiled up to the surface anew in the form of snapping of teeth and a rather violent jetting of the rest of its lengthy body into the Tower. The sound of pattering feet on the creaking floorboards signalled the departure of the Elekid, and, as if on cue, the legendary rose to the bait and snapped its tail outward like a whip. This movement generated a gust of wind that stirred the dust violently in unnaturally forming currents --- the gusts seemed to take tangible form and a Twister began to hurl cobwebs and planks of wood across the floor as it hurtled after the electric pokemon.
While that was going on down below, Rayquaza's upper half finally turned piercing, golden yellow eyes up to the Abra high above. Those feral jaws outlined in crimson opened wide to let out another hiss of displeasure, though when it spoke its tone of voice was tinged with an odd mixture of both intense disgust and coaxation.
<No... I do not know where your 'Calista' is...> The legendary rumbled, form moving to wrap around the rafter beams high above. As each mighty trunk-sized coil curled about the wood the sounds of something splintering and cracking could be heard even amidst the whistle of fading wind marking the Twister's movement. It did not make a move to hurt the Abra just yet-- though even now that was a factor that was still yet undecided, if the increasing pressure on the wooden beams was any indication. Right now its lengthy form was pressing against both the one that Jacinth was sitting upon, and the other adjacent to it. The steadily mounting weight on the wood was causing it to creak as though in pain, but the legendary did not pay this any mind.
The old rafters supporting the Abra snapped with a tone of familiarity and chunks of wood began cascading down to the dusty floor far below.
<I do not have any doubts, however... That we will find her sooner than we think.>
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Post by ~Calista R.~ on Jul 18, 2009 16:58:50 GMT -5
Jacinth lost any and all focus she had before. Whatever the Elekid and Rayquaza had been talking about, whatever she had uttered so naively before--it didn’t matter now. Not anymore. All she could find herself focusing on at the given moment was the fact that the Rayquaza’s form was slowly breaking away and aiding the rafters she was perched on in their inevitable deterioration. The drop from where she sat and the ground was high enough to break a bone or two, maybe even end her life if landing the wrong way. Falling as a whole wasn’t in her agenda, not in the least. Her idea she had concocted for fun in attempts to frighten her trainer seemed all to daft right about now. She wished she didn’t enter…not after she’d known what lay dormant inside.
<I do not have any doubts, however…that we will find her sooner than we think.>
The young Abra shuddered as the legendary spoke. An eerie chill crept along her spine, waking every fiber of her being. There were ghosts nearby; most likely Rayquaza’s minions, or something of the like. Just that knowledge frightened the young Pokemon even further. Even if she managed to slip out unseen from the Rayquaza’s field of view, ghosts would be more than happy to tear her a new one. She was as useless as a Magikarp, no matter how terrifying she thought them to be; the only difference being that, instead of using splash, she could only muster a weak teleport--and one that only worked most of the time.
Her eyes darted around the room, paused when they met the chubby Elekid. He’d leapt from where he stood and landed inelegantly near the decaying stairs that wrapped around the inside of the tower. She closed her eyes, envisioned the green of the rotting wood, and became enveloped in a beam of white. When her eyes flickered back open, she was perched on the yellow Pokemon’s back, a slight smile growing across her small, pursed lips. Frightened she may have been, tormented by the Rayquaza she was, but she still managed to find some sort of faith in the Elekid. After all, he’d sprinted through the building and somehow was still in-tact. Maybe he could get them back out the way they came…maybe.
“Get. Me. Out.” Her plea was more of a statement than anything else. She didn’t care if the Pokemon struggled and complained about wanting to go alone, she needed to get out. She needed to. “That window…up there,” she whispered, and pointed to a window a Zubat had flew out moments before continuing, “might be our only chance for an escape. I don’t know how we’d get out there, but it’s all I can think of at the moment. You have any other plans, fire away. I am just not wandering around this ghost-ridden hellhole without help. Now you can cry and whine all you want…I don’t care.”
For such a little, innocent Pokemon, Jacinth sure didn’t have a great way of showing it. Still, she had a reason to not wish to travel alone. There wasn’t much she could do at such a weak level, and if she were to even take one step out of the room--well, it would be suicide, and you can leave it at that. Her eyes crossed the room then, leaving the darkness behind the two until they reached the Rayquaza. Yet another vicious spasm rippled through her body at the sight of its yellow eyes. It was as if she’d looked fear in the eye: all she could see was anger in their presence; abhorring of the human race; and a lingering desire. What the desire may be, she wasn’t sure. She did know one thing, though: getting out now was better than later. Who knew how much longer it was before the Rayquaza grew violent?
<…What makes you think that? Last time I saw Calista she was standing outside of the tower. By now she’s most likely near the entrance, but who knows. I’m just throwing a wild guess out there…Oh. I’m giving too much away aren’t I…Heh. Heh. Heh. I was just kidding. I know where Calista is! She’s in the woods. Yupp, yupp. And don’t you dare go look for her!>
So maybe Jacinth should leave her mouth shut at all times…it was too late now.
“Oops,” she giggled, and squeezed the young Elekid’s chubby arm.
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Calista glowered up at Dalton and his irksome smile. It wasn’t the actual curve to his lips that made her wish to throw rocks at his head, it was what lingered beyond it. How could he be so happy when the world around them was slowly being destroyed by war and animosity? How could he smile when slowly, but surely, everything he’d known all his life would slip away? And how could he smile when they were about to face the unknown, possibly ending their lives along the way? It was horrifyingly disgusting--mortifying even. Still, something formed in the pit of her stomach--something light: interest. If Dalton could smile at a time like this, why couldn’t she? The interest stemmed for a moment, before expanding, and for a split second her lips twitched.
For a split second…her lips upturned completely.
For a split second…
“You-you goon!” She turned away from the man for a second, trying to hide the fact that she was continuously losing her battle in keeping her emotions from running wild. “Yes, Dalton, Calista. Not kid, not missy--Calista. Respect my wishes and resist the temptation to wonder, for I know it’s all too immense…” She lowered her lashes, inspected the scene around her, and then allowed her eyes to linger on his face. “And as for slapping you, I could easily do that now.”
A pause. “I won’t. No need to worry.” Calista dipped her head to the man, appreciating the fact that he was still standing before her. Sure, she was a woman, but an odd one at that. Anyone with a brain could tell that she looked at things differently, took things differently, and experienced life differently than most. And yet, he remained. She almost smiled again at the thought. “…Hm. Dalton--” She jumped at the loud gasp.
“Shh! Are you trying to get us both killed. I’ll die in here, you fool! I was just kidding. Kidding!” Sort of. “I wouldn’t really claw my eyes out.” A lie. “And your mother didn’t lie to you--!” Maybe she did…that was besides the point.
The man slipped back into a normal state of mind, earning a twitch of the lips out of Calista. He looked as if he enjoyed pushing her closer and closer to her breaking point, even if he didn’t know it. Oh how running through the ghost tower at the moment was looking so marvelous! Breaking away from her thoughts, Calista ground her teeth together, eyes narrowing at the clattering sound they made when clashing.
Giant Arcanine? “What do you mean a ‘Giant Arcanine will toast your ass’? Did you do something…bad? And where will this said Arcanine come from anyway? You act as if it’ll just pop out of nowhere.” She shrugged and continued, “Tragedies. Heh. I love them, almost as I’d love to GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!” Though her voice was just louder than a whisper, in their close proximity, it would sound like a slight shout to the man.
From beside her a low rumble sounded. Amethyst was on guard once again, now level with the man. Calista couldn’t help but to laugh at the sight of her Espeon’s fur bristling in irritation. Amethyst was the most gentle and elusive of Calista’s Pokemon, and yet the man infuriated her to all extents. Maybe she knew something about him Calista did not? It wasn’t worth pondering about now, not when she was so interested in what Dalton was saying to the Espeon.
“My name’s Amethyst. Assassinating you wouldn’t be worth it, you’d still be a nuisance…even in death. You and those--” Her voice was cut off, her gem on her forehead glowing. Calista tapped her hand against her leg, and the glowing stopped. “You and…them. Not worth it…none of you are worth it,” Amethyst snapped fiercly.
“Amethyst, what’s gotten into you?” Calista grumbled. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and locked gazes with Dalton. “I’m sorry for her behavior. I have no idea what she’s talking about, not in the least. Pay no mind to her words, I don’t even think she has a clue what she’s talking about even. But I do understand what you’re saying. Ghosts scare the crap out of me…”
They could kill her too, but he didn’t need to know that. Her fear was a weakness, and Dalton already knew one of hers as she stood with her hand wrapped around his. With her cheeks blazing out of embarrassment because of the warm embrace their hands had entered, the young woman barely even noticed the loud shriek the wood below them released as she followed him up the stairs. Her muscles tensed, as did her grip around the man’s hand. She couldn’t let go…wouldn’t.
Generally places like these attracted Calista to them like honey attracted bees--not this time. She regretted ever setting food on the graveyard dirt just out of their way now. It had been a mistake, and a grave one on her part. If only she hadn’t heard the stories of the many people entering the pillar--the key word being “if.” Nothing could be done now. Whether she realized her mistake or not, they had to move forward, and she did. Her moving grew steadier as she pulled Dalton up with her, albeit edgy with worry.
“I can sense a presence over--” The Espeon’s words were cut off as a Ghastly appeared out of nowhere on Calista’s side.
The woman, being startled so abruptly, ran forward as quickly as she could. In doing so her hand tore from Dalton’s, as her legs propelled her forwards. And as she did so, the Ghastly hovered behind her, muttering a strain of inaudible statements that Calista would never hear. She knew now why people came in and didn’t leave, for a step snapped beneath her weight. A scream echoed throughout the tower as she gripped hastily for the upper next plank of wood. Her fingers just barely gave away and sent her tumbling towards the ground, but thankfully she’d gripped the wood at the last, and most dire moment.
“Shit. Dalton! Get over here…please…”
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 19, 2009 17:57:07 GMT -5
The Elekid was still stumbling down the stairs, its eyes fixed on the giant dragon hovering above it. When Rayquaza struck forward, the yellow beast threw itself to the ground, a giant quivering pile of fear. No teeth dug into its flesh, and besides an odd whistling noise, and the sound of cracking wood--there was nothing else. No swirling digestive juices, or smacking lips. Deciding that the monstrous thing was stuck at the top of the tower the Elekid stood back up, and dusted itself off. Turning toward the observatory like room at the top--the electric type grinned, lifting its sweating arms to open its hand in a very rude sign at the Rayquaza. "ugly ass thing--thought you could eat me --but you can't even get out of that room! FATTY!" Frankly, he felt like dancing, it seemed his death was not imme--what the hell was with that whistling. It was getting louder!
"STOP WHI---" Blink. A brutal wind tugged at the static charged fur of the Elekid, a small chip of wood hurtling off into the darkness somewhere behind. Now the growing twister was obvious, the rusted nails holding the tower together protested, long metal spikes, and banisters joining into the high-speed dance of the whirling vortex. Occasionally the wood shards departed from the grip of the wind--smashing into the sides of the tower, before clattering to the ground below. Metal spikes rained down from above, the Elekid quickened his pace. "HOLY SHIT I"m SORRY! YOU WENT OVERBOARD" The former muscle aches returned, a rusty nail sliced into the thick flesh of his antennae, sparks leapt from his body covering the nail , reaching up a oblong hand, he batted the nail away. The slight pause in movement was enough for the steadily gaining twister. The tug on his back grew--and the Elekid's feet dug into the green rood n desperation, long jagged furrows formed in the stairway, muscles screamed in protest. Through sheer stubborn ass will ,the Elekid took a step forward, away from the tugging beast of wind. it was at that moment that a large chunk of the banister was sent whipping around, clipping the little creature in the side of the head. Stumbling backward-- the yellow fur disappeared behind the ever-growing dust cloud. It felt like many blades tore at his skin--tugging him in all directions. Just when it seemed he could take no more--he was spat out like rotten milk. Flying through the air, the Electric type landed in a heap at a turn in the stairs, just over fifteen steps from the Rayquaza.
Letting out a pained groan, Wannabe attempted to sit up--its eyes searched for the golden ones of Rayquaza. The yellow ofh is fur was now subdued with the clogging dust that coated it. It seemed the Elekid had been used to help scrub the staircase, which was now a splintered mess of wood, and nails. The all dominating whistle was replaced with a deafening silence. Well for at least a few moments-- that was when a horrific weight dropped on his back, sending the exhausted bully face first into the floor "What. The. Hell. GET OFFA MY BACK!" The Elekid grumbled, attempting to wrap its drooping arms around the Abra's waist and whip it off his back. "What window ...?" Twisting around, it watched a blue shape flutter out into the night, and blinked. "DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SPEAROW TO YOU ? I DON"T HAVE WINGS!" maybe he could throw this annoying little pest out the window! Watch it plummet toward the ground. " .. and besides how the hell would we get down?" It was then that the odd [stupid] beast began to talk to the dragon again. "YOU DUMBASS! NOW IT KNOWS WHERE WE ARE!" Maybe jumping out the window would be a good idea... It'd hurt less then being mashed to bits by cheetos-mouth over there. " ...how the hell did you get here anyway?" If this odd creature had escaped the coils of the snake-thing, then she could easily get them to that window..right? Judging by ho it acted though, it didn't have enough brains to run away from the dragon, much less get them out.
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Dalton watched Calista's lips twitch, before twisting upward. The smile on his own face seemed to widen, it now hinted at the pearly whites underneath. At his sides, the ranger's hands moved in a beckoning fashion, almost like he was coaxing the smile. The lips turned upward for a second, and Dalton's smile dropped into a warming one--it was then that he found himself assailed with words. " a...goon? Goon is an odd word. What made me one?" The words were obviously another attempt at toying with Calista-- and unlike her mind games, completely free of malice. What was wrong with wanting someone to smile? "Cali--Calista. Alright, that works. Not Mister, handsome, sir, kick-ass, or cop-man. Dalton." At the next words he seemed crestfallen: "Oh how will I resist...I don't know if I can. But I will try--I must ." Dalton’s tone was now one of mock sadness, a single hand clenched over his heart--in what he thought was a anguished manner. Instantly though he whipped his head around to scrutinize the hooded eyes of the psychic girl. "You serious? Why would you ruin a pretty face? " The smile had snapped right back into place. "Of course not--I knew you wouldn't actually do that..." Maybe. Maybe he had--frankly it was hard to decide what he knew sometimes. ".. why? The ghosts know we're here--they're probably watching us. So yo u won't gouge your eyes out--good, most people wouldn't but you seem like the kinda girl who would. Even though it is messy you would. Which is actually a compliment" Not really--but hey how did she know what he thought? Unless she was a creepy mind reader, but what were the chances of that? " .. and quit being so dramatic. No ones gonna die==just watch your step, the ghosts usually leave you alone." You know those stupid teenagers who went in here? You know the few that came out? Dalton was one of the second group, of course he never went on those stairs, they were obvious a bad thing. Lost in ast memories he merely muttered something thankful about his mother not lying. "That Arcanine? It will come from the underworld. I t does not appreciate mopey-faces--much like your own dear Calista." Lifting a finger to his lip, Dalton felt his mouth twitch with barely contained laugher. "I wanna get out too..but we hafta save the little ones who wandered off. You don't find tragedies boring?" The man jumped from a serious topic to a much lighter one, his voice slowly changing from gruff and dim to chipper once again.
The man winked once again at the trainer, before the Espeon burst forth with unneeded rage. "WHoo whoa---Beautiful lady Amethyst. Whatever did I do to offend you?" Satisfied with Calista's answer, and not wishing to pry--Dalton rose back to his feet, casting a saddened smile at the little Espeon. What was wrong with the poor dear? It truly bothered him, the sweetheart getting angry that fast.
No more prying these two ladies did not seem to like it.
"Do they? Well--they are really not much to be afraid of. They have feelings, and can be talked to like all others. Even if they are creepy. So they've never bothered me physically..unless you've had a past encounter?" That whole 'don't pry' thing had lasted approximately five seconds. But frankly, after all those months of brooding and since he hated leaving things unsaid. Maybe it would be better if he learned some restraint.
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Dalton did not even acknowledge the fact that they were holding hands. To him it seemed a wise thing to do in a place where walls grew from nowhere, and stairs coiled like snakes. To him it was not a man and a woman so much as two people-- in fact after a few seconds he had completely forgotten Calista's hand in his own.
Listening to Amethyst Dalton caught sight of the Ghastly before Calista. The ranger lifted a hand in greeting, just as the girl surged forward, a loud snap echoing in his ears as her slim body seemed to sink into the wood. The frantic rush, had left Dalton sagging against the stairwell. "Sorry sir Ghastly. " The man mumbled before turning toward Calista. "I'm coming." Careful to test his footing, Dalton knelt down next to the hole, before wrapping a wrist around the girl,s forearm, and pulling upward. "Only Zubats get to hang around like that Calista dear. Don't let go--Amethyst can ya lind a few brain waves?'" Long dormant muscles tightened underneath Dalton's shirt, waking up from a log sleep with what seemed a happy burst.
The man continued to tug on the distressed damsel, even as nails began to rain down from the spiraling stair above.
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Rayquaza
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I will not die in the night, but in the light of the sun, with the ashes of this world in my lungs.
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Post by Rayquaza on Jul 22, 2009 14:09:14 GMT -5
Truth be told, the insults were not what had goaded the legendary into attacking [though really, that couldn't be much called an attack when compared to the other moves in Rayquaza's arsenal] but rather, the voice in which they had been spoken. That these tainted pokemon, already steadily approaching the top of the dragon's "Do Not Like" list, would address it in the tongue of their selfish, imbecilic human masters was a crime in itself. Surely they had more shame than that, though age may have played a high factor in their ignorance, especially when you considered just how much of a baby pokemon an Elekid was.
Which was why, when the Abra that had been sitting so placidly atop the cracking beams disappeared in a flash of light before the legendary's watchful eyes, there was not much in the show of rage on its part, but rather a quiet displeasure with the way things were turning out. The large coils of its body splintered the last of the wood under its weight before the legendary maneuvered itself about to face the stairway and, consequently, the fleeing pokemon.
Rayquaza did not have any doubts now about the origin of these pokemon and the reason for why they had been lost within the Tower. If that were the case, their human masters were not far behind and would stumble upon the scene soon enough. Even now, it imagined that it could hear the footsteps of solid beings not borne of ghostly pokemon forbears along the creaking wood of its Tower, and the thought was enough to have it trembling with unrestrained fury.
No. No these pokemon were unforgivable, young though they may have been. In choosing to ally themselves with humans, they willingly accepted the burden and the blame for destroying the land-- and here they were, not with reconstruction on their minds, but play-- play in a realm that was already destroyed, that had been torn asunder by the idiotic war waged between the human factions. It was this thought in mind that prompted it to move, along with the prospect of the ones fleeing before their punishment was inflicted upon them. What had been given before were mere warnings; perhaps it was time to truly teach these tainted, filthy creatures just what they had gotten themselves into by their alliance with humankind.
The previously broken beam of wood still caught within Rayquaza's coils was dropped to the ground below as it turned to face the Elekid and the Abra now caught atop the electric pokemon's back. Their path was made clear, lit even by the light of the moon that filtered through the gaping hole in the tower off to the side. It looked as though it was that hole that they were making their way towards now, and the legendary drew itself up straight and arched its mighty body before diving down to the ground and curling tight.
Coils shifted, twisted, spiralled and weaved in midair, steadily gaining in momentum and fluidity until the dragon pokemon was moving seamlessly in flight-- or rather, the movement of its body more closely resembled an ancient, ritualistic dance that had been passed down through the ages. Those cat-yellow eyes gleamed once before the movement paused and the legendary shuddered, quaking with the added boost of speed and attack power gained from the Dragon Dance.
It probably was not necessary in this sort of situation, but it proved an added perk; especially when Rayquaza snapped its behemoth body outward to the edge of the tower and, consequently, the window the Zubat had taken to flittering in and out of. The large length of its tail rose to block the entrance/exit from the two pokemon in its lair in an attempt to seal off any methods of escape-- the Twister had long since dissipated and the whistles of winds were heard no more.
From its vantage spot the legendary had full view of both the cobwebbed staircase and the open "window", of sorts-- now, it could finally hear the footsteps that had previously existed only in its imagination and knew that the humans were fast approaching, albeit even Rayquaza did not know just how far away they were. The impending change to this situation should not have warranted much surprise when the legendary did what it did next.
Its form twisted once more to weave itself closer to the pokemon as though it could cage them with its body alone; certainly the monstrous coils were more than enough to do so, but even so, simply entrapping them would not be enough. No-- no, it would never be enough, the legendary reasoned as it arched its head back and snapped its teeth warningly at the pair. Perhaps this was a show of the conscience of harming other, more weaker pokemon that had not been quite lost to the sands of time? Though if the quickly gathering sparks of light in the back of its throat, exposed by the opening of its jaws, were anything to go by, that would not be so.
The particles of energy amassed together into a steadily growing mass of light that shivered and shook violently as more and more power was put behind it-- Rayquaza let out a sharp keen that pierced the night-- and the Hyper Beam blasted out of its throat and straight for the human-tainted pokemon.
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~Calista R.~
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And will you weep when you face the end alone? You are lost. You can never go home.
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Post by ~Calista R.~ on Jul 23, 2009 19:43:05 GMT -5
Jacinth’s eyes darted back and fourth, ears twitched upon hearing the loud whistle coming from the twister. All around her chaos was ensuing, ready to ensnare her in its unwelcoming embrace. Wooden planks, broken banisters, and splinters all swirled around in an unpredictable movement. Each breath, each shift in weight could cost the Abra her life, no matter how immensely she valued it. So she remained still, her long feet planted firmly on the ground below her. The closeness between her and the Rayquaza suddenly became evident as the Elekid snapped back into reality slightly delayed, but shouting no less, and a shudder rippled through her spine. Just a few steps, a meager few steps and the Rayquaza could easily snatch her up and swallow her whole without even lowering his mighty jaws into a bone-crunching bite.
Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as the young Elekid pried her off his back, her body landing beside him in a small heap. She instinctually clambered to her feet then, dusted her figure off and stood in silence beside the electric type. Her eyes traced his features, lingered for a moment while he spoke and dropped to the floor below her. She couldn’t possibly plan an escape when the Elekid was stubborn to begin with -- even a little too stubborn for his liking. Not to mention, his mouth would more than likely result in him getting terminated later on, though she wouldn’t mention that to him; some things were better left unsaid -- such as his imminent death if he didn’t quiet before the legendary beast.
Upon hearing the Elekid shout once again, the little Abra’s view shifted towards the gaping hole above the Rayquaza. She had watched as a Zubat flew through the window, leaving a loud screech echoing in its moon-filled wake. Escaping would be easy -- if she had wings, of course. Unfortunately, Abra’s were only gifted with the power of teleportation, something even she hadn’t become all too acquainted with. There was the possibility she could assist the Elekid in teleporting him up towards the window, only to let him climb down, she just didn’t feel too confident in her control over teleporting. Part of her knew it was a bad idea, so much could go wrong. The poor Elekid might have been better off sprinting into the unknown. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about scaling the backside of a building with nothing to break the life threatening landing.
Something in the atmosphere changed then, something that Jacinth didn’t like. The Rayquaza’s coils were shifting, as were different parts of his snake-like body. Their direction was unidentifiable to the female Pokemon for a few moments, then became clear as the behemoth’s tail blocked their only escape. Black over came them, swallowed them…enveloped them even in a uncomfortable embrace, knocking all the oxygen from Jacinth’s lungs. A chortled cry rattled the walls of the room and fell silent just as soon as it was exuded. Nothing could be done now as the Rayquaza slowly reached its breaking point…tainted blood would be spilled. Unless --
“Close your eyes. I know if you wish to live and not be splattered against these rickety, old walls, you’ll listen to me,” Jacinth muttered quietly, so quietly that the Rayquaza’s hearing surely wouldn’t pick it up. “One…two…three…!”
A beam of white light cast around the two, disappearing at the last moment in order to avoid a very possible death. Light reappeared then, in the far corner of the room, and out of the Rayquaza’s sight. Darkness shadowed the two what could pass as a veil, and Jacinth would remain secluded for as long as possible. One could not cheat death twice -- some barely even cheated it once; Jacinth found herself lucky, for her teleporting was just a mere fluke. Trying for a second time didn’t look in her favor.
“Shh. Don’t speak loudly, he can’t hear us if we don’t,” Jacinth whispered to the Elekid, an edge of ferocity lining her words.
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Calista’s eyes narrowed into angry slits as the man continued with his smiling. She just wanted him to stop, wanting herself to stop. Smiling was something foreign, something malignant, and not welcome by any means. But doing it -- doing it ignited something within her, within her bones, and she almost liked it. Although, when finally giving into the morbid fate of smiling out of undeniable happiness -- even given their state of things -- Calista slunk back into her own personal state of mind, hiding away once again from the man. Becoming too comfortable was not an option, nor was it approved of. Calista didn’t even know if he was fighting on her side. For all she knew he could be one of the Rangers.
“Blech. Ranger scum,” Calista said, more to herself than to anyone else. From below her she could sense Amethyst’s anger growing to a more noticeable height. “And you’re a goon because I decided it so, but drop it. I was just -- just thinking about some stuff. It’s nothing important, just personal. Not that you care to begin with.”
Calista’s gaze shifted towards more important things, such as the steps coiling all the way to the highest level of the tower. To anyone else they might not have been important, to her they were a mystery. What lay ahead for the two? What waited for them at the top, if anything. What lingered beyond the already seemingly dangerous landscaping? So many unanswered questions had maneuvered their way into the catacombs of her mind, so daunting and frightening, yet egged her and coaxed her forward. If it weren’t for her immense fear of Ghosts, the young woman would have already left the safety the man provided. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t leave him later on. Her life weighed more than his in her mind. If they ended up facing death -- stared it in the face even, Calista hadn’t a doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t miss the chance to throw Dalton in front of her.
A smirk lined the girls features, thrusting aside her usual poker face. “Me…dramatic? No. I just have a fear of ghosts, an immeasurable fear you could say. Ghosts don’t really -- err, like me; they don’t like any of my Pokemon either. A bandwagon of psychics here, nothing that could take down any ghosts. I hope you have another Pokemon on that belt, because if we have to fight anything off, we’re as good as dead,” Calista countered, her lips twitching in amusement. “The underworld? Sick. Maybe if we had the Arcanine we could burn down this building and completely side step all future complications. Of course we’d save our Pokemon first. Just a suggestion there.”
Anyone could easily see Calista was playing now, something she normally did when plotting a downfall. Dalton wasn’t showing any signs of flaking…yet. So until he wavered or showed signs of backing down, Calista would play nice in her game, even if he wasn’t aware he was playing. That was the beauty of it: Calista moved her pawns around on her mental chessboard, only striking when she felt the need to -- in this case if they stared death in it’s revolting face. Dalton was safe for now, being that he was nice and hadn’t done anything wrong…other than smile.
She loathed that smile. Loathed it to all extents of the world she lived on.
“I know. And once we find Jacinth, I’m just leaving this damn place.” Calista twirled the draw strings of her sweatshirt around in the palm of her hand involuntarily, her hands trembling at a close glance. “Tragedies aren’t boring, nope. They’re interesting and reveal to us who are open enough to see that the world is slowly falling apart by our tainted hands. I just know I’m fighting on the right side of this damn war.” Her statement left the air even heavier than it had been before, pushing aside Dalton’s expectancies for a lighter mood.
Amethyst’s gaze softened as the man spoke to her, almost shocking Calista into stumbling over her own shoelace. “Nothing. Let’s just look for Jacinth and get out of here. I don’t like the feel of the air around here, it’s too cloaked -- masked even. It’s like everyone’s emotions are all melded together, incapable of differentiating one from the other. Then there is a far off whistling, yet no one here is whistling. It confuses me,” she stated, returning to her usual, elusive ways.
Calista’s shoulders stiffened, along with her muscles. “You can tell all of that from just standing here?”
“Yes. Yes, I can.”
The young woman’s head turned in Dalton’s direction upon picking up his statement. “Hmm. I’m -- well, psychic. Not many know about it, so yes…I’ve had many run-ins with ghosts. It’s nothing I like to talk about, though I’m horrified of them now. That’s why I seem dramatic, as well as speak of my impending doom as if it is approaching…” It was odd that Calista actually told him, puzzling her as she thought it over; however, it was better that he knew. Maybe he’d pay more attention to what lingered around each corner, as well as protect her from the devils.
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Calista glowered, her feet dangling and growing numb as she awaited Dalton’s rescue. When he hooked his arm around her forearm she tried her hardest to pull herself up, grumbling under her breath as her attempts went with no avail. Amethyst soon caught onto what Dalton said and stepped towards the two, carefully avoiding the gaping hole Calista had created -- for such a skinny girl, she sure did know how to break things -- and allowed the gem on her forehead to glow. It was then, with her mind, that Amethyst aimed a confusion attack on the two and lifted from the hole. Why they hadn’t called for her in the first place? Even she didn’t know.
Calista was never more grateful as she hugged the floorboards close to her chest. Moving became all too trivial too her, as well as dangerous. She didn’t want to continue, not after that, and reached out for Dalton’s pant leg. “Why don’t you just go on? I’ll sit around here…hang around…whatever comes first.”
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Post by Dalton[ SMILE!] on Jul 24, 2009 18:44:20 GMT -5
A sound much like a high pitched purr emerged from the ranger's throat, at the Pravus members' words. "Hmmm?" The mumblings of Calista did not go unheard. Dalton tilted his head to the right, both of his eyes shining with curiosity. "Muttering is rude Calista~ then again if it would hurt my feelings, feel free to mutter. Although some people would consider talking to yourself....which mostly crazies do. I talk to myself--do you think I'm a nutter? Do you know that crazy people can be loads of fun? In fact I wouldn't mind you talking to yourself, makes ya interesting." Halfway through the man’s voice trailed into a muttered whisper, before picking up volume again to ask the rather odd question. Dalton was not a man to follow his own advice--or more accurately, he was someone who ignored his own advice to show people why he gave it. Dalton's face fell at Calista's words. 'B-But I love story time--if you want to talk about it, I'll find a pair of pajamas and listen." Raising a eyebrow, Dalton's smile twisted into a Cheshire cat mockery. The next words were spoken with a chuckle. "If you're allowed to proclaim me a goon--can I call you Cloudface?"
Following Calista's eyes, he found himself pondering the same things. Something was up there. Something that had even scared the ghosts. That was why it was so quiet. Not that he was going to reveal that to Calista--she already seemed worried enough. "Ghosts aren't guns--they can be reasoned with. 'Sides you hafta face your fear sometimes." Turning away from the Pravus member he sighed. "No..no other pokemon, they're gone. So we're shit outta luck there." The extremely rude words were said with a smile, which only made the horrid revelation all the more dark. " Hmm. It'd be even nicer If I knew I had actually seen him. But I don't like that plan, you'd leave all the poor ghosts homeless. They have live--unlives--too ya know?" Unless that Gengar had lied to him ..... a lot ..... when he made excuses about leaving to see hs family.
"Once I get back Wannabe, I might sit back and enjoy a few ghost stories here. Might be fun." The next words from Calista caused a scowl to darken his face. "That's. Not. Exactly a sunny outlook--not all people are tainted." It was now obvious what side she was on, and Dalton decided it was better not to ask, and to ignore the overconfident statement all together. No one wanted to argue--or at least he didn't.
The Ranger nodded to the Espeon. "Yes let's go get those two kids back. Who knows what trouble they might get into." The rest of it really required no reply. Who was he to tell a psychic beast what he--a non-psychic--knew? Calista's revelation was met with a slight nod. " That makes sense. But ya still should face your fears~" Being a mutant did not excuse you from that.
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Calista's proposal was met with a bout of laughter. "Now I think you know I can't do that--I doubt your little Abra would come to the big scary man. Besides--if you're all alone the nasty little Ghastlies will nibble on your brains." Dalton was now standing half on the next step, Calista's hand wrapped around his pants leg. The man couldn't move while she held on, and he wouldn't have if she wasn't.
"Uh-oh." Above their heads a large stream of moonlight was dammed, a good portion of the staircase was plummeted into darkness. It was a good foreshadowing for what happened next. the hair along Dalton's arms crackled with electricity, before standing on end. Silence reined--all ghostly mumblings paused--and a blinding light dominated the tower. For a moment Dalton was temporarily blinded, and stumbled bak down the staircase, tripping over Calista, and catching the opposite rail for support.
It was then that the ancient pathway tilted dangerously to the right, wood crashed down from above in a steady torrent. Rotted wood was decimated, and giant gaps began to appear. The staircase gav a high pitched moan--much like a death cry. It than began to tremor. "Calista..do ghosts know hyperbeam?"
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Heavenly light snuffed out like a candle. A long fan like tail, hovering over their hope of escape.
The darkness enveloped them, and movements seemed elongated. An unseen threat seemed to choke Wannabe. Rayquaza likely hovered above their heads, savoring their smells, the soon to be taste. Static leapt in the air, and Wannabe stumbled backward--knocking into a thick muscular coil. Sparks of light danced in the air, much like faeries--deadly fairies. The relief at no longer being in darkness was short lived, as the lght began to group together, now illuminating Rayquaza's open maw.
Jacinth's voice cut into his panic, and the Elekid obeyed. Each time she counted a heartbeat pounded in his ears, dominating his being. An odd sensation of being pulled apart enveloped his body--and Wannabe could feel the power of the attack as it raged through the area where he had been cowering.
Particles realigned, joing together to form arms and legs--the white light that enveloped them disappeared. Spots danced in front of his eyes--whether from teleporting, or almost being barbequed was hard to tell. Blinking rapidly, the Elekid glanced around his surroundings. It appeared they were back to where they had started.
All Wannabe could do was watch in slack jawed horror, the hyperbeam tore from the Rayquaza's mouth with the force of a tornado. There was no wood splintering, no cracking, no ominous creaking--not even a moment of hesitation.
The staircase was simply there one second, and gone the next. Gone. Vamoose.
Blackened charred wood bordered the missing section--and it began to fall in dark masses. The very foundation under Wannabe shook --and the staircase began to shake. Even the ash colored ghosts moved out of the way. A loud whine came from the stairway from the door--the long deck nails began to twist, slowly being yanked out inch by inch.
It appeared the old skeletal staircase was cracking.
" I am not a dumbass..I like living," The Elekid quietly hissed to the Abra sitting next to him.
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