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Post by Alastor Gorgon on Jul 22, 2009 17:34:08 GMT -5
Alastor was called out to a mysterious area by an unknown man that was calling about a haunting or something like that. Not only could he talk to spirits, but he could also repel them from certain areas, although it was a job that people rarely asked for, but it was still apart of his job. He was traveling through the destroyed dust fields of the north on his dark red and black motorcycle. Dust of the dead land was being kicked up from his speeding wheels. That's right. He was a paranormal medium, seen as a mutant by most.
Then, a small town with a large tower came into site over the horizon. It was his destination. It was surprising that a town was even able to stand after the disaster, seeing how empty the continent was. He drove threw the town, until he could find a good place to start walking on foot. The best place he could find was a old shack, probably abandoned. He drove into it slowly, parking, and setting up his kickstand.
Alastor jumped off of his bike, creating a small cloud of dust at his feet. He looked down to find his leather clothing covered in dust, which he started to wipe off before taking off his helmet. He then checked his belt for his Pokeballs. Yes, there were three of them, aligned with perfect symmetry. Now that everything was good, he finally took of his helmet and shook his semi-long ash blonde hair. It was time to get down to business.
He slowly walked out of the old shack, his boots making a soft thud with each step. He closed the old, decaying door behind him, trying to be careful to not break it off the hinge. His call told him to go to the tower, which was covered in vines. Alastor was starting to doubt that anybody lived there, it looked too old, too ancient, too.....frightening for anybody to live in. Was this a set up?
Alastor Gorgon, otherwise known as Boogeyman, knocked at the huge doors of the old tower, which was actually it's name. No answer. He knocked louder, his metal plated gloves making a thud-clank sound. Still no answer. He tried again, but before he could lay his fist on the door, it opened slowly making a slow creeeeeak sound.
It was dark inside, but he carefully walking in anyways, grabbing onto his nearest Pokeball just in case. It was the first one on his belt, a Haunter. He was ready for anything. Well, almost anything that is. It was really dark inside, you could barely see your hands in front of your face. Good thing he had a flashlight on him, which he clicked on, illuminated the area. The "Flashlight" was actually built into his glove, and produced a very fine and bright beam of light.
Now to find out why he was called here.......
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Post by NPCmod on Jul 23, 2009 2:02:31 GMT -5
The tower was dark, but by no means empty. Even as Alastor walked in a few Zubat fluttered about to change their placement high atop the ceiling, as though every one were wary of being so close to the human that had ventured within the Tower-- after all, there were stories and rumors to consider about the fate of all who ventured within. Some of the Zubat chose to speak the language of Pokemon, others spoke the language of humans; the result had a mingling of high-frequency keens and hushed whispers echoing up and down the Old Tower, helping to shake the dust from the ceiling and stir the cobwebs stretched across the doorways.
<There's a human here...>
Human in the Tower...
A few Zubat quickly flapped their wings and made to perch on a ruined banister or something that looked suspiciously like the remains of a crumbling gravemarker, still whispering quietly among themselves about the new intruder. This one was just like the other ones, they agreed, like all the other boys that ventured within and got lost and fell prey to the more powerful, mischievous ghost-types that populated the Tower's upper floors.
The light from Alastor's glove pierced the smothering darkness some, but it was not quite enough to illuminate the darkest corners of the room. This was due in part to the boarded up windows, and also it was a safe bet to say that there were a few Ghost-type pokemon responsible for the suffocating blackness all around... but then again, who knew? Were the medium to turn his glove-light a bit closer to the staircase, he would have been met with an odd sight.
There, lying amidst the dust and the rubble and the splinters of wood from rickety, aged beams, was a disembodied eyeball lying quite harmlessly in the middle of the floor. The pupil in the middle of it seemed to glow faintly with an unearthly light, but other than that it was completely inconspicuous-- for an eyeball, that is.
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Post by Alastor Gorgon on Jul 23, 2009 15:00:30 GMT -5
Zubat. Zubat were everywhere, but seemed to scatter when he shined his light towards them. They were chattering in an odd mixture of Pokemon and Human language, flying all around like a bunch of pests. These were certainly not the problem, they were just but minor problems, and in no means otherworldly. The creepy whispers of the Zubat were getting annoying, and there were just too many different tiny voices to understand. A couple of times, they flew out in front of Alastor's face.
Trying the best he could to ignore the bat Pokemon, he shined his light back and forth, still not finding anything of interest. The boards creaked underneath his feet, and dust fell upon him from the hustling Zubat. This wasn't a very pleasant place to be at all, and the medium even thought about leaving a couple times, but decided against it, and stayed.
He started to notice that his light didn't illuminate some corners of the room, and took note of that. He needed to keep watch for any slightly suspicious activity. Then he shined the light from his glove towards a old, falling apart staircase. He saw what he was expecting, or at least at first, just an old staircase that is heavily aged, like the rest of the tower.
Then his light reflected on a small orb, about the size of a ping-pong ball. The closer he looked at it, the more it started to resemble something that's in your head and used for sight. An eyeball. Although this eyeball wasn't connected to anything, and seemed, well, dead. He started walked towards the staircase anyways, with his right hand still on a Pokeball, just in case if a Zubat or something attacked him.
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Post by NPCmod on Jul 24, 2009 0:06:25 GMT -5
The further that Alastor walked in, the more the darkness seemed to quiver in the far corners of the room as though anticipating. It could have just been a trick of the light, but with the way the hushed murmurs and whispers of the Zubat fell gradually silent it was something a bit more than that. Like the quiet of a crowd just before an arena match, the entire Tower seemed to fall under its spell and everything was as still as death itself. A fitting comparison, considering just what happened next.
From the first quivering splash of darkness a small patch snapped forward and slid across the wooden floorboards to the eyeball that lay dormant on the floor. It swirled there a few moments and then seemed to sink into the shadow directly beneath the disembodied object to disappear from sight amidst the cracks in the floorboards. From out of the second trembling puddle of darkness another patch jerked forward and followed the same routine as the first. This continued a few more times until the unnatural blackness in the far reaches of the room had disappeared and the shadows looked-- normal, or as normal as they could get in a tower mostly populated by Ghost pokemon.
Once the last shred of inky darkness had disappeared into the floorboards the eyeball then gave a little rattle of sorts as if disturbed. It swivelled about in place in a wide axis before coming to an abrupt stop so that its pupil stared right out at the one that had ventured within. The iris glowed briefly right before the tendrils of blackness that had seeped under it shot out, encased the eyeball and then started gathering rapidly beneath it, both supporting and lifting the disembodied object until it was off the ground and hovering a foot or so off the ground. The swirling tendrils had gathered into something more tangible-- a sort of cloak, if you will, and the eyeball glowed ominously within the voids of the reaper's hood.
At that moment there was a heavy rattling sound like something was trying to get out-- one of the tarps that had been left behind some time ago in the Tower began to billow quite violently before something white shot out from under it. The object soared to the billowing robes and attached itself directly to the hood, obscuring the eyeball slightly and giving the Duskull a face.
The creature let out a long, rattling noise that echoed throughout the area while the ends of its cloak extended to the floor and gathered together in shadow. But... Ghost pokemon don't have shadows, right? This one apparently did, and as the cloak billowed and rippled about its form, the shadow beneath it grew impossibly solid and black and lunged right for the medium.
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Post by Alastor Gorgon on Jul 24, 2009 1:22:23 GMT -5
The Zubat's whispering voices soon grew to a sudden halt, making the entire place very quiet. This was strange.....very strange. Why would a mass of Pokemon just suddenly shut up? It just didn't make any sense, unless something scared them away. But that couldn't be the case, could it?
Just then, a bunch of shadows scurried all around the room, causing Alastor to back up a couple of feet from his last position. The shadows went towards the eyeball, which also began to rattle around and then looked at him with it's pupil. Yeah.....this place is defiantly haunted....
Then, everything went back to becoming silent, until the shadows came back and started to form some sort of strange ghost like creature, or Pokemon, and then a skull-looking mask like object flew to it's face. The Pokemon was identified as a Duskull almost immediately by Alastor, who had encountered them before a couple of times.
What he wasn't expecting, however, was for the ghost Pokemon to form a shadow underneath it and send it flying towards him. The medium had to think fast, that shadow likely would pull him to another room or something, so jumping would not be a wise choice of action. So instead of jumping, he dropped to the ground and rolled to the right of the shadow attack, which would of been the best choice of action.
In almost one action, Alastor took Haunter's Pokeball off of his belt and threw it out. In a red flash, it revealed the ghost and poison type Pokemon. Using a ghost type would probably be the best against another ghost type. The medium yelled, "Haunter, use Shadow Punch!"
Haunter just looked over at his trainer, and then looked at the Duskull. Rather then using the said attack, he simply disappeared, into thin air. Well this wasn't good, now what would he do? Alastor thought for a moment, and placed his hand on Aerodactyl's Pokeball. No....I don't know how to control him well. He would just level this whole tower, which wouldn't be good. He then placed his hand on Kabuto's Pokeball. He won't last very long against a ghost type....he would be toast against those shadow attacks. But he may be my best choice.
The medium then threw Kabuto's Pokeball, but it just hit the ground with a thud. Great...he doesn't want to come out again.... Alastor picked up the "dud" Pokeball and placed it back on his belt. When he was doing this, he discovered that he had a forth Pokeball, an ultra ball. It was empty, if worse came to worse, he could capture the Pokemon, but it would still need to be weakened first.
Well all hope seemed to vanish, he noticed that Haunter appeared behind Duskull and was making a face at it's back. He then stuck out his large tongue, and use his Lick attack on the Duskull. It wasn't the attack that Alastor told him to use, but it was better then nothing.......maybe.
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Post by NPCmod on Jul 25, 2009 1:24:38 GMT -5
There was something a bit off about this human, that much was for sure. While most other Ghost pokemon tended to populate the higher floors of the Tower, this Duskull had found itself drawn like a moth to a flame in regards to this human's presence. It wasn't quite sure just what seemed so off about Alastor that made the attraction that much stronger, but as the single glowing red eye shifted to peer out the other empty socket in its mask, the Duskull found itself thinking that the human standing before it was as normal as a human could possibly be. In appearance, at least.
Oh well, a victim was a victim.
The robed "sleeves" that were previously folded to its back flared wide when it saw that its Shadow Sneak had not done much good. Another long rattle sounded that shook the Duskull's mask and its robes swirled in almost thoughtful contemplation-- that was quickly interrupted when the long tongue slathered over its backside and gave the Ghost pokemon cause to freeze up. Saliva dripped onto the floor--splatter off the Haunter's long gangly tongue. The red ball that served as an eye quickly spun about, the red glow now visible through the shadowy fabric of the cloak. The eye stared through the back of the cloak, narrowing at the Haunter. "Hrmm--it seems that the human has a pet. bark--bark like dog? Wolf! HEhehe.." The words seemed to be made of smoke themself, hissing and coiling around one another. The pitch gradually shifted from high pitched to growled, before working its way back up. " .. but why does this puppy lick my backside. I didn't think they could be such ... brownosers. I just wanted to play with the human...no need to get so--persnickety" The words originated from far away, the skull upon the Duskull's face did not move as with a normal creature.
It was then that its eye rolled back into its twin sockets, and with a hiss, the Duskull split into shadows. They rolled aabove the human, roiling and twisting. Snakes formed in the darkness, then a taunting angel. A single red glow highlighted the shadoes, tainting it first purple, then blue.
This continued for a few moments--then silence reigned. the pitch black shadows seemed to evaporate, the Duskull scared off by the human's aura.
When Grumpigs flew.
The ancient floorboards gave a loud moan, and began to roll beneath Alastor's feet. A bright red light streamed from the tower's foundatrion, and a pair of smoke-like arms coiled around the trainer's ankles. "Come on puppy--woof! Let's see you take away my toy.." The Duskull then tugged downward, attempting to bring Alastor into a shadowy playground, known only to the dead. --
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Post by Alastor Gorgon on Jul 25, 2009 20:21:19 GMT -5
Alastor just stood there and watched the conversation between the Duskull and Haunter. It seemed as if Duskull was taunting his own ghost Pokemon with some well......taunts. The lick at first seemed rather effective, but of course, caused no damage, but stopped the Duskull from doing something else, for the moment.
"Hrmm--it seems that the human has a pet. bark--bark like dog? Wolf! HEhehe.."
Haunter looked over the Duskull when he said this. "You look funny......not well put together." His voice echoed, and it would be scary if he didn't talk so fast. He reached out one of his unconnected hands and put it inside of the transparent body of the Duskull, trying to grab it's eye, but simply went through it. He then took his hand back and let out a ghostly cackle, then vanished again before the Duskull finished talking.
Alastor then looked up after the Pokemon turned into shadows, and noticed that it was changing forms, and then disappeared. He was not phased by this shananagin. Then, a couple of shadow hands grabbed around his ankles and began to try to pull him under. That's it, he thought while grabbing the empty ultra ball. His slitted eyes looked down at the ghostly hands, as soon as his own Pokemon brought him into sight, he was going to throw the Pokeball at him, and catch him.
Under the floorboards, Haunter reappeared, but this time right in front of the Duskull. He opened up his mouth wide, and flew right through the Pokemon, making it look like he was a bout to eat him. he let out another ghostly cackle before vanishing again.
He reappeared once again right in front of Duskull, and put his disembodied hands on each side of his skull-shaped covering. "I like this. I want it!" Haunter said as he attempted to pull it away with him, which he would then take it back up to the upper floor. If he could get it away.
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Post by NPCmod on Jul 25, 2009 22:59:22 GMT -5
The Duskull merely glanced at the purple hand wiggling about his insides. Little figners swirled the gaseous substances inside, and they curled like smoke. The eye sockets in the mask contorted, narrowing--the edges swooping upwards in a mocking grin "Hoho--that tickles puppy!" The ghost type allowed a smoky tendril to stuff itself into his own body, where it rooted around for the Haunter's gnarled hand before removing itself with a hiss. "Don' touch my eye Puppy. " The mask returned to its original shape, the little buck teeth pointed slightly. The Haunter's disappearence was met with a wicked cackle of his own: "Left llitlte morsel human all alone. Nummy. Or is it fun?" A third 'hand' extended from his shadowy body, scratching ati ts chin before retreating back in with a 'plop'. That was when the little shadow-act began.
The same changes happened in the mask as earlier when the haunter appeared under the floor. Except this time, it turned downward--the eyes now narrowed to slits, the single eye glowing in them like cooling embers. "MINE!" With a possessive tug, the duskull attemtped to pull down Alastor, only for the Haunter to fly at him. With an agitated hiss the Duskull released a smoky tendril. Instead using it to bat at the approaching ghoul. Imma sour ghostie Puppy!" The Duskull murmured, spreading his body out so a hole formed where the Haunter zoomed by. "You're no fun. Lemme play with the naughty human. Sniffing around our tower!" That was when the Haunter decided to wrap hiss grubby little claws around the pristine bone mask.
A shriek emerged from the Duskull's throat. The Coal like eye seemed to swell--and now cast red shadows onto the tower's brick foundations. It picked out every crack, cobweb, and each break in the mortar. mold grew alongside one thin wall, a inquistive earthworm poked at it. The light was so bright that it shined up through the gapped floorboards, momentarily tinting it a blood red.
With a pulse like a heart the light began to fade, the Duskull's voice intoned: "Hands off the mask." Like coils of rope the arms elongated, attempting to wrap around the haunter, but instead finding themselves melding into one another. "Fine...Puppy." The care-free canter had been reoplaced with sheer gruff attitude. The little ghost shivered with rage--no doubt bright violet ectoplasm would be left all over HIS mask, because this little fucker was possessive.
All he had wanted to do was play--and eat somebody. With a snort, the two ropes of ectoplasm unwinded themselves, and the ghost type flew at the haunte his body outlined in blue. A shadowy noose hung from beneath his newly formed fingers.
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Pursuit.
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Post by Alastor Gorgon on Jul 30, 2009 22:41:17 GMT -5
[[Tell me if I ever begin to godmod, sometimes I feel as if I do....]]
The Duskull began to get very possessive over it's mask. What an ironic personality for a ghost Pokemon, a few bad puns could come off of that one. Haunter began to think. He needed to bring this Duskull up to the upper level, but just how was he going to do it? Maybe that Taunt attack of his would be useful, then again, he couldn't help but notice the giant noose around his body. Haunter actually let go of the mask, and retracted back from the now pissed Duskull, thinking that being that close would be a very bad idea.
There was only one sure-fire way out of this situation, using a combo of Torment and Taunt. Using Torment would stop the use of the current attack that Duskull was about to use, and Taunt would stop him from using anything but attacking moves due to how pissed it would make him. However, Haunter decided to save that move for later on, and took a different approach to this.
Confuse Ray.
Haunter began to flash, making bright lights, preforming an attacking that would be very confusing to the Duskull, maybe even cause it to lose coordination. As a finale of sorts, a flashing ray came forth, shining in the Duskull's face.
Alastor, on the other hand, took this opportunity to break free from whatever was grabbing him. "Yeah. I'm getting a little tired of this." He said calmly as he stepped away from the black stuff, doing it easily due to the Pokemon being distracted. He honestly thought about sending Aerodactyl out, just to end this. But he didn't.
As soon as Haunter was able to bring the Duskull to his cureent floor, he would throw the ultra ball at it.
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Post by NPCmod on Jul 31, 2009 0:28:27 GMT -5
The Haunter passed through the noose without an issue. Purple spread the smoky rope around like smoke, where it quickly reformed. A third hand was cnjured from the body--in a process much like pulling taffy. Smoky tendrils came out in a long stalk, dripping like molten candlewax--an invisible hand caught the globs, and pulled on them. Breaks appeared, then disappeared as more darkness was poured into the rapidly forming fingers. Now three long sticks bent at the Duskull's face, scrabbling against the mask. Felt at its pockmarked surface, dug around the eyeholes. Decided that all was in good order [nothing chipped], the Duskull hissed at the Haunter--the red eye slowly dimming.
"PUPPY SHOW FIREWORKS AS AN APOLOGY--HEHE!" The Duskull shouted, the words resembling guttural grunts. Single marble like eye flashed with the Haunter, first fire engine red, then blinding white, followed by a green-light flash. Sparkles began to dance in front of the ghost-tyype, the light now pulsing. The lights fell away, the eye-sockets expanded inside the mask, devouring bone. The mouth turned downward--and the flashing stopped, the bright eye merely reflecting the Haunter's flashes. " I know how to do a pupp--I mean make shadow puppet--fire. I can make fire." A wicked cackle eruopted from the Duskull, and two of its malformed hands streamed forward from its body--attatched to eye-like stalks. A single flame leapt in their depths--reflecting the slow rotation of the Duskull's marble-eye.
With a deafening roat, the flame explodedi n size. White-hot flames licked around its lavender center, tendrils brushing against the crumbling walls--and leaving scorch marks. Black lines with brown edges. The Duskull looked trulyotherworldy when outlined by the flames' light. The mask seemed to glow, tje red eye reflecting the growing flame int he Duskull' s arms. With a giggle, the ghost-pokemon threw its arms forward. Then with outthrown arms it released the molten ball.
Leaving a trail of smoke, the ball of flames rocketed toward the Haunter--steaming like a locomotive.
The Duskull meanwhile hissed---the flame had been released late, an d large swathes of fire, fell through the ghost-type. Lighting up the empty depths of his body, before fluttering to their death in the darkness. "Stupid Puppy--it's your fault!" The Duskull murmured, ignoring the fact that Alastor had escaped his grasp. "WHY DOES PUPPY PLAY WITH HUMANS? YOU NOMNOM THEM!" The ghost massaged a burn on his upper arm, whimpering as his "hand" came away red-hot.
Will-o-Wisp.
[Alastor count all your words from the battle. ]
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