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Yuffie and The Beast. {Me and Wutai.} | Roxas walked away from the window the rathe beastly looking male sauntered slowly majing his way towards the library, he'd gathered many books over the two years he had been this beast which the towns folk called him, they showed fear in there eyes when ever he had strayed into the woods and been seen by them, the only person he had made sure never to have seen him was Yuffie, a pretty young flower which was untainted by thefear which his looks created.Hung inside the library directly facing the doors, which was forced opened with a massive push against them was a strange painting of a rose, the petals of this rose were blackened and two had fallen leaving only 3 left before the rose withered, the beastly figure stood looking at the transcript upon the painting the words printed on it was for him they was the key to breaking this ghastly spell which plagued his life forthe past two years now. The words cut deep as he read them to himself."True love will heal the rose, and once found will heal all, should true love fail to enter your live in the next 5 years then death will be your only friend." |
Yuffie and The Beast. {Me and Wutai.} | Yuffie swore to herself, she would get father back, or at least go and help him. She put the groceries away, and looked around the house for something she could defend her self with, but she refused to use a knife, and father had taken the one true weapon. She walked off into the woods, completely unaware of roxas.Goofy meanwhile, was riding through the forest, shield at the ready. Once a warrior in the militia, the now old blacksmith would be no match for anything he ran into. "I'va got to talk to roxas, Siefer is doing such horrible things to yuffie, and i don't know anyone who can stand up to him. Roxas may be a monster on the outside, but something about the way he looked at me made me think he cares about yuffie!" |
Yuffie and The Beast. {Me and Wutai.} | Roxas was still looking up at the picture which shimmered with the rose and it's two fallen petals a small tear rolled along his black furred cheek, the monstorous looking being was able to shed a tear if anyone would be confsued. barely having time to think before the large doors which sealed him away from the outside world blew open.The beastly looking Roxas turned to face what had caused such a commotion there was goofy one of the towns folk, one of those that had previously treated him like a monster, rather angrily the beast snarled."You dare intrude in my house?"The beast asked his rhetorical question, to which he already knew the answer of course this person dared to tresspass upon his property."I hope you enjoy the dungeon."By the time the ghastly looking male had finished his little outburst, a small gathering of mechanical men had appeared and was already dragging the male whom had burst through the doors without knocking to the dungeon where he would stay for the unforseeable future. |
Yuffie and The Beast. {Me and Wutai.} | Goofy tried to speak his piece but was ushered roughly into the dungeon, his old form falling with a soft thud. "ROxas wait, It's about Yuffie! My daughter!" There was no answer from the cold darkness above.Meanwhile yuffie headed through the woods, her small unassuming form making her easy prey, but the woods seemed silent today, no wolves, not even a shadow, the little heartless typically crawled everywhere throughout this place. She was beginning to tire when she found the castle, with it's doors open and shyly entered, looking around in awe at the wonderous place. |
Yuffie and The Beast. {Me and Wutai.} | The mechanical soldiers had taken Goofy away down into the dank cold crevices of the dungeon before he could sya his piece, before he could say a word, the Ghastly looking Roxas went to the window and continued his routine of gazing out of the window unaware at this time that Yuffie was on her way towards his mansion, after all it would not be something that one would exspect looking as Roxas did company was a rare thing beside the mechanical soldiers and the enchanted clock and tea set.The doors which was still open would carry out from the mansion the anguished cries of Roxas which sounded almost like a bears call. |
Final Fantasy the next step... | Lulu was buying materials to build a new Moogle her last frost moogle was falling apart at the seems. The market was bustling with activity around the new festival everyone was building toys and costumes. Her hand reached out for a small pin that would make a great shield for her Moogle. Her hand brushed into a mans who looked like one of those brooding loners. Can I have that she asked blowing the hair out of her face there was a small girl attached to his arm. It seemed they were buying supplies for some kind of quest and the girl wanted the pin. Its mine she yelled taking the pin it seemed she was some kind of crazy collector or something. She took her hand back glad that she still had it the man looked pretty nice at least Yuna would have someone to talk to. Cloud watched the ultimate ninja grab for her weapon he placed his hand on hers making sure she did not draw it. Let her have the pin and ill buy you something nice maybe that Bangle you wanted he offered moving to another stall he noticed a cute girl with long fair hair. The rest of the group was with the ship loading in crucial supplies like MP and HP potions. That left the two of them to pick up the few extra things that women seemed to love.Yuffie was already finding another treasure to add to the others at this rate he would be out of gil and out of his mind. Tiff was still fighting over him with you know who even after her death. She was sure that even with her dead she had no shot fighting against the memory of that woman. Yuffie on the other hand could care less or at least seemed uninterested in her. Maybe that was the reason why he liked her she seemed uninterested in all that dating stuff the others tried to push on him. The city was all decked out an unknown city in the clouds that seemed to bridge worlds it was a wonder. Banners and pendants were decked out on every tower and bridge in a thousand colors. Heroes and Villains from every world stood arm and arm waiting to return to there world sand fight. The cobles stone roads and buildings were so bright people were almost blinded. |
Final Fantasy the next step... | Yuna caught Cloud's eye, sighing as she looked over staves. "Well I could get the paralalisis staff, but then there's the poison, oh and the deathtouch!" SHe picked up the death touch staff, running her fingers over the smooth black wood, and shrieked and fell back on her firm young ass as the skull on top began to laugh.Yuffie sighed and shook her head about the bangle. "Cloud i didn't want the bangle, tifa wanted the bangle, I wanted the fire materia!" She sighed again and picked up several of the red orbs, remarking on the fact that they glowed even brighter here. |
Final Fantasy the next step... | As Lulu always said children should not be allowed near magic "Come on Yuna you need to be more careful" She laughed pulling out a antidote it seemed Yuna was always getting a status aliment when not summoning. She smiled as she helps the girl up it seemed that she was hopeless without her Aeon's. Her hands slipped over her body she felt good under even those loose fitting cloths that she chose to wear. Yuna had a concert but as always she waited to the last moment to write her music. Cloud let his head tilt to the side it was just going to be one of those days like when she tried to buy out the entire Materia stock. "you can have all you can carry and no more" He laughed trying to decide weather he would scold her or let her but the other materia she wanted. "So how is it going proving you are the greatest ninja" it seemed she had gone the whole day without referring to herself as the greatest Ninja. "If you're done we can go back to the ship" watching her fill her arms with materia |
[Final Fantasy VII] New Memory | It was a melancholy city nearby. One which should have been shrouded beneath some dust tinged glass of foggy memories. But it was always clear, as if the surface of the looking glass were ever polished, refreshed, and under constant scrutiny. It took no effort to remember every detail, every feeling and wavelength of voices and emotion which lingered on the sparse mountain air. The memories themselves were perhaps too sharp, too poignant, burned into her mind with deep dark etchings of black ink, solidified and preserved beneath the tomes of leather bound covers. It took only one mild breath to blow away the fine dust which settled over its surface to prompt recollection, and there it was again, as if time or growth could never seal or steal that part of an unwanted past away.Nibelhiem was trying to grow again. Midgar had been abandoned, next to it a new metropolis known as Edge. Rocket Town was expanding with their knowledge in astrophysics and engineering. Costa del Sol was a quaint and small area, but overpopulated with tourists and those who escaped the cold. Retired or elderly people seemed to take up most of the Nibelhiem's residence. It was hard to believe that once upon a time, a flock of children led by a popular little girl once ran in the dusty pavilion beneath the Inn s main window. That the events which lead to the Planet's condition began there. That a story began there the source of so much pain and anguish, the book opened and just now coming to a close.Nibelhiem. She would never go back there again. But why would that tangent of her stagnant mind be so moved to think upon that now? The sound of ripples as small puddles formed within the once frozen tomb whispered among the ice blue walls of the cavern. Perhaps it was barely noticeable, if at all. Water was not unwelcome to the realm, situated beneath the isolated waterfall. But gradually, the sharp edges of the prison would be blunted, the ice like crystals perhaps ice after all, and if not, at least behaving as such. Whether or not the phenomenon had been a part of her original design, the time in which it had come to occur was as perfect as it was flawed. It was all over now. She had made peace with the secrets she had kept from him and now, he knew everything. She would have been content to pass and die within her glass tomb.In the cavern was left nothing else but a woman, no longer so prettily displayed and preserved, but cold and huddled within transparent waters, brinking on reanimation and eternal sleep. Their bodies would not let them die. No voice, perhaps no words, but even in that denial, there was something which defined the Loneliness she felt calling out to the only one who had ever preserved her memory in ways she never deserved.Vincent Valentine. |
Trek after dark | Spok was worried about Kirk the man was acting even more irrational then was normal he could tel something was troubling him. "Sir the Romulans have been making Incursions into the neutral zone again". After the incident with the cloak the federation had been on a heightened sense of security. Kirk was in his room all day mapping out the neutral zone looking for a hidden Romulan base. The nurse had convinced him to bring the captain dinner, all day he had not been out to speak with the crew. "Captain you require a nutritional brake" he pressed the door chime again, after fifteen minutes he was ready to leave. |
Trek after dark | Kirk was extremely obsorbed in the task at hand. As he sat at his small desk trying to map out where he thought the secret base for the Romulans would be. He got frustrated every now and again and would just sit staring at the map. He heard the faint sound of Spok's voice. He didnt realize he was hungry till he heard Spok mention food. He sighed and walked over to the door. He pressed the door release button and walked back over to his desk."Come in....." He spoke wearily when he called out to Spok. |
Trek after dark | The map was a see through red plastic with small plastic decals for each of the planet and ships in the zone. "The special is fried chicken, potatoes and green been, with a biscuit" unlike real food the food on Enterprises was designed for health. He sat the plate on the desk overlapping wedges showed where other ships had searched. Kirk was a mess his hair was plastered to one side of his face his uniform half on half off. "Perhaps you should take a break before you are unable to carry out you're duty adequately" spock asked showing more concern then he should. |
Trek after dark | Kirk yawned lightly and rubbed his eyes slightly. He looked over at the map then Spok. Kirk grabbed the biscuit and took a bite out of it as he walked over to his bed. He flopped down onto it and let out a soft groan. He finally let his body relax a bit. He closed his eyes as he chewed on the biscuit."N no Im fine, I just need to rest a bit......" He yawned again and sat up on his bed looking over at Spok."I'll be fine......I just need a some sleep and.......and......Well a break sounds nice actually....." He let his mind wondera bit before his shook his head."Nah never mind Spok, I beleive I can do my job perfectly fine." He took another bite of the biscuit. |
Trek after dark | Spock looked over the map it was clear that Kirk was in no mood to work he needed to clear his mind of all things. "You need to relax perhaps some pressure points" he offered vulcans new more then anyone about stress. The suppression of emotions was enough to bring it out of anyone, he smiled a fake smile. "If not i could see if there is any more coffee" the captain out of emotion preferred the real stuff. he moved to the other side of the bed willing to help the captain out in any way that he would demand. |
Trek after dark | Kirk looked at Spok curiously then at his room door as it closed on its own. He finished off the biscuit and smiled at Spok's offer. He leaned back on his bed against and folded his hands behind his head. "What do you mean by pressure points Spok?" Kirk was interested if he meant something like a massage maybe. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. |
Trek after dark | "It shares many things in common with earth massage and acupuncture" He explained placing his hands on Kirk shoulders. he moved them forcing his thumb into a few area as his fingers gentle rubbed his shoulder. "The practice is often used to relieve stress" Most vulcans kept it to themselves as lesser races could become easily aroused. More then one vulcan had to fight of a human who got the wrong idea. "It varies in its success depending on the amount of cloth, less if referred" he explained. |
Trek after dark | Kirk let out a soft murring sort of a noise when Spok started to rub his shoulder. He bit his lip and quickly stopped the noise, it was embaraassing to let out moaning noises next to his comrad. He felt a shade of blush tint his face as he opened his eyes."T take off some of my clothes?" He looked at Spok then his shirt. It wouldnt hurt if he just took off his shirt right? |
Trek after dark | spoks strong hands slid over Kirks neck he could feel the tension begin to vanish "Yes that would be a good start" he cut himself of saying nothing as me moved his hands under his shirt on his waist. he could see that Kirk was mulling it over the moan was pushed of to the side unlike humans vulcans had no lust. "Kirk you can trust that i will be a professional at all times" the vulcan promised the human who he had known for years. |
Trek after dark | Kirk let out an airy sigh as the tension dissappeared from his neck. Kirk shifted a bit and gazed up at Spok."I hope you can be professional for the both of us...." He blushed brightly feeling Spok's strong hands over his smooth skin made him rather excited, but not enough to be noticed."Im just kidding....." He smiled and leaned his head back against the pillow. The rubbing and touching felt nice against his body but he didnt think he would escalate to the point where he would 'want' Spok in that way. He let out another soft moan. |
Trek after dark | Spock straddled Kirk's back he could feel the man give himself over to his touch it was expected as much. "You should just enjoy it and not think" he knew the crew would be better of with a relaxed kirk then having him the way he was. It was his duty to help the captain a man he respected more then almost any other. "Tell me have you been getting regular rest Mcoy is deeply worried about you condition" is vulcan humor a step up from a rock and down from human. |
Trek after dark | Kirk nuzzled his pillow softly to hide his blush. He let out a soft groan. The massage was very nice and relaxing." I have gotten some sleep, not much.......I'll be fine...." He ran his fingers through his messy hair and felt his eyes become droopy. He yawned softly and tried to shake it off. He didnt want to fall asleep under Spok how would that look. |
Trek after dark | Spok give krirk a look wondering how much longer he could stay awake under his gentle care. "You know you need to sleep more, or find a better way to relax" he smiled moving down over his side he turned around taking his legs. the captain ran 10 laps of the ship which was nearly twelve k sometimes twice a day. "you need more relaxation less work" |
Naboo's Ghost | Naboo had fallen to the Trade Federation the first of many worlds invaded by the droid armies of the CIS. Escaping in the Storm shadow she had fought a hit and run battle with the young Jedi who had failed to save her world. She could tell the young girl was torn up inside over the loss of her master. An unarmed ship they had fled deeper into the unknown regions seeking new allies to liberate Naboo. The ship had run away from CIS cruisers and battleships limping along looking for supplies."Another cruiser dropped into the system" the sleek cruiser sped deeper into the system hugging the inner moons. Padme could see that the ships were launching fighters the new Naboo bomber was in the cargo bay. With the barge it made the entire room feel like a coffin she smiled they were so close. "Jedi you ready to earn you're keep" she asked over the com link she laughed they might live another day. she turned off the scanners like the ship lay dead as the nav computer calculated the next jump into hyperspace. |
Naboo's Ghost | The young girl heard the message and was soon at the bridge were Padme was. "I am" she said to the young queen. With her master dead and many other jedi dead she was the only one on the ship, and was doing her best to develop her powers and stick to the jedi's code. She walked up next to Padme and bowed. "How may I earn my keep m'lady?" she asked soon standing up. The young girl and kept her thoughts hidden on certain matters, one of which was causing her a lot of turmoil. She had enjoyed Padme's company, and she craved to be with her, but it went against all jedi teachings. Anakin, the young girl, was having problems with concentrating and was doing her best to keep the thoughts out of her head. |
Naboo's Ghost | The battle droid materialized on the bridge of the ship the Digitizer was a bizarre weapon it could turn a droid into data and send it through space. rolling behind her seat the blaster shot into the air landing in her hand. "Hold them off for" she looked at the read out before it was blasted into so much scrap metal. "five minutes" then the ship would drift free of the planets gravity well and could jump free.she blasted back at least they were not super droids the small bridge had trouble holding the platoon of 16 droids. "You can take care of a few droids" she continued to blast over the chair taking a droid in the chest. she could see the Jedi was preoccupied with something but she had not time to find out what that was. she continued to fire for each droid knocked down one took its place in the line. |
Naboo's Ghost | Soon blaster shots were flying theough the bridge as some of the loyal retainers of Padme and the droids battled it out. The young jedi was doing her best to not get hit dodging the shots and getting closer to the droids. Slowly slipping in and out of cover and deflecting a few shots she was able to get fairly close. She was having problems concentrating still worrying about Padme. She rose in front of some of the droids and began to cut them down, more and more kept coming but she slowly worked her way through the group pushing them back away from the bridge into a narrow corridor. She used the force on some moving them in the way of the shots to shield her from getting hit. Shots continued to rip through the droid and soon she threw the debris down at them knocking them down. She slowly began to retreat back into the bridge. "I I can t hold them up much more theres just to many of them" she said. |
Naboo's Ghost | Padme tossed a grenade into the center of the mass the grenade was blown up by a droids blaster bolt. "Damn droids" she cured pieces of metal slammed into her body knocking her back at least she was not shot. Moments latter the ship jumped away out of the range of the digitizer and into relative safety. she was carried into the medical room much off her upper clothing removed so they could clean the wounds. she was then dressed in bandages more to prevent infection then to cover wounds."Jedi you can come out of the door" she could tell the jedi was there even without using the much vaunted force of hers. she smiled reaching out for his hand after the death of her handmaiden she had nothing to talk about. it was clear from the look on her face that she had something on her mind that she was keeping from her. The ship was safe from the CIS for the moment it would take some time to find her. if they were lucky they could buy some weapons from a trader and finnaly arm the stormshadow. |
Naboo's Ghost | The young Anakin hurried up next to Padme. "This is all my fault" she said to her crouching next to the medical table. She had some tears in her eyes but she did her best to hide them, after all jedi were not supposed to show emotion. "I couldn't protect you well enough" she said to her. "I did my best and you still got hurt. I... I dont know if I can continue to do this alone we might need some help from other Jedi." Anakin sat there looking her over making sure everything was ok. "You... You'll be fine right" she said to her. |
Naboo's Ghost | Padme wanted to laugh she was such a girl it made her only the more adorable "I am fine a few cuts and bruises" she would not have thrown the grenade if there was any chance that it could have killed her. "Why are you so upset i am just a spoiled princess" she asked brushing away the tears. how he had become a jedi she had no clue he acted like such a child at her age she was fighting a war. "come on don't let the others see you cry" she pushed herself onto her elbow kissing her on the head. |
Naboo's Ghost | She blushed when she felt the kiss on her forehead. "M m'lady" she said to her surprised. She pulled away from her. She stood up and looked down at her on the table. "I... I need to go" she said nervously. "Make sure we weren't followed." She stumbled out of the room nervously emotions running rampant through her head. She exited the room and leaned against the wall next to the door. She had no idea what to think, were the codes of the jedi wrong or was she just not concentrating hard enough. She contemplated her thoughts doing her best to keep Padme out of her head. |
Naboo's Ghost | Dressing she inspected the cargo bay slash hangar bay the bomber had four engines to the two of the standard fighter. "C 3P0 do you know what is wrong with her" she asked the droid it seemed like she was turning more and more into a clutz. Sure she had gone through puberty but all the men on the crew were too old for her. "I do not know he seems distracted would you like me to ask her" asked the droid that would be just what she need having the droid try to ask her what was wrong. "No that is fine" she told the droid she hatted ware but had no choice on what to do about the CIS. |
Naboo's Ghost | The young Jedi went back to her quarters and closed the door. She began to meditate, trying to clear her head. They were safe for now so it was as good a time as any to do it. She continued to cencentrate clearing her mind of all things, and now all she saw was white. She sat there as if in a daze, sitting in her room. She could sense the crew of the ship wandering around getting their work done, she could also somewhat hear their surface thoughts but when she got to Padme she stopped not wanting to know anything, she might have tried to seek out information about herself, and she didn t want to go through her head. She just sat there begining to concentrate again. |
Naboo's Ghost | She had the barge loaded with trade goods she may not be a queen anymore but she still knew how to trade. "Jedi get down here i need you're help" if they could get a few weapons they would not have to run from every ship. The merchant wanted to meet on a small moon covered in giant mushrooms. "If you don't come soon i am leaving without you" she was sure it was a trap but from the scans the weapons were there. she held her side the small wounds still hurt like a mother even now. |
Naboo's Ghost | The jedi hurried to the where Padme was. She looked at her. "M'lady you are in no condition to travel" she said to her. "please Ill go get them alone, jsut stay here in the safety of the ship" she said. She looked out of the ship seeing giant mushrooms and some flying creatures, fairly small. "The wildlife might be dangerous" she said caring for her safety above her own. |
Naboo's Ghost | she pushed past the girl there was no way she would just lay down and let her take all the glory for herself. "i am nit so fragile" plus she did not want the girl flying her skill was enough to tear most ships apart. she was also the one that had made the deal he was waiting for her an not for the jedi. "they only eat fungus" she informed her the creatures were big air balls that fed on the fungus that grew on the mushroom. she opened the hatch and piloted the small craft out of the larger ship. the planet grew in the window she was sure she would hate the planet it was like some giant drug trip. |
Naboo's Ghost | She followed Padme. She needed to, for some reason she couldn t bring herself into letting the young queen leave. Anakin made sure to keep up. "Im coming with you" she said over the com following closely behind her in an escort ship. "Now where are we going?" she asked her. The Jedi checked her scanneds making sure they weren't going into a trap. "M'lady we should jsut go in pay them and get out stuff and quickly jump to another planet." she said. |
Naboo's Ghost | The meeting spot was atop a plateau that shot a k above any of the other surrounding features the tramp freighter was well armed "Foolish young queen to come with only one guard" a few droids fell from the belly of the freighter surrounding the pair in a matter of seconds. moments latter laser beams shot out reflecting of mirrors cutting the droids into small pieces."Looks like you should not underestimate Humans" the man fell to his knees begging for his life no doubt the separatist were on there way. the red light on her com told her that the ship had already detected an approaching enemy. she began walking to the freighter the traitorous merchant fell over dead clutching his chest. |
Naboo's Ghost | The young Jedi landed her ship and quickly followed Padme into the Freighter. "M'lady I'll go first" she said to her. "Let me make sure its safe," she said hurrying up the ramp her lightsaber drawn. She looked trhough the ship with the force detecting nothing, it was empty. "It's safe" she yelled out going to meet Padme. "I didn t see many weapons, there are a few, but they're all kind of... well small, nothing that will help us significantly." she said to her. "Thats just the stuff out of the boxes though." |
Naboo's Ghost | The door slammed shut behind them activating a magnetic filed along with shielding. "great a trap i hope they have food in this place" and water or they would be dead in a few days. at least the CIS did not know they were on the ship or they could just blast them from orbit. "You Jedi search for food" she ordered as she began to look for water in the small tramp freighter. it was already a bad day that had just gotten a hell of a lot worse. |
Naboo's Ghost | Anakin nodded and began to wander throuhg the ship looking through containers and bins for rations. She walked into one of the large cargo bays on the ship and peeks around opening bins that generally were empty. It seemed like it was almost empty, maybe the bandits had a ship elsewhere. She peeked her head into another set of bins and smiled as she saw about 5 days of food. ""I think I found some food" she said over the com to Padme. "It looks like we'll have enough for a while, we could stay here for a little under a week." she said. "More than enough time to get the door open." |
Naboo's Ghost | Padme was on her hands and knees her shirt stained with blood her hand covered in thick dried red paste. "I think i need some help" she fell over on her back looking up she was sweating and breathing hard. she could see that Anakin was still looking through some boxes. "Can you help me" she begged reaching out to anakin she could see her vision growing cloudy as the blood continued to seep. "I think maybe i should have stayed in the ship after all" she was feeling bad. she could see that the blood was from the torn stitches all that excitement must have opened them up. |
Naboo's Ghost | Anakin turned around looking at Padme. "Padme!" she screamed running up to her catching her. She slowly laid her down on the ground making sure to not open the wound up any more. "Theres so much blood" she said taking off part of her robe and pressing it against the wound to stop the bleeding. "Padme" she said slapping her cheek to keep her from going into shock. "Stay with me" she said watching as she began to drift of into unconsciousness. She looked around thinking to herself where she would find medical supplies. |
Naboo's Ghost | "I should be fine" she told him blood streaked hand moving over her cheek she could feel him take her hand. she did pass out but the bacta tank near her was already on blood over the buttons her eyes closed. she was in a trance that her father had taught her as part of army training she had breezed over. now she wished that she had paid more attention she might not have ended up so hurt. "ill be right here anican" she was sure the crew would find the two of them maybe a day or two later. |
Naboo's Ghost | Anakin looked at the bacta tank and quickly took padme to it. She stripped her down and put her in the tank. She was looking at her as she floated there soon turning away. "Alright I have to leave her in here for at least a few hours" she said to herself. She sat there her back to the tank thinking concentrating and collecting her thoughts. "Please be Ok" she said to herself. |
Naboo's Ghost | she woke up unable to move greatly shoe looked around she was naked and cold she stayed in the bacta tank. "anakin " she tried to figure out what was wrong with her at least her wounds were all healed but she could not hear. "what do you need" she asked the computer maybe they could fly there way out of this. the trap was made to hold them for hours not days they could just jack the controls. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | A deep sigh echoed from a young man as he walked the rain poured around him. The road was muddy as hell, which was no surprise. It had been raining for a good few hours at least, which did bother him a lot. He had to walk from a outlaying village not part of the normal towns. He wanted to be a pokemon trainer, thus he had no choice. No one in his village had any pokemon who could fight or anything. They were all pets, and he was not about to catch a basic pokemon as his first. That went against his pride, as a man! He would get a good pokemon from the professor if it killed him! Then again he had to right to ask for such a thing.... Yet another deep sigh echoed out of his mouth as he walked along path. It wasn't till he looked ahead, and saw something poking out of the muddy road. He was unsure what it was, thus he moved closer, with caution though. It was a figure of someone, there was slight traces of white stuff on it's back side. Hovering over it, he whipped the mud where a face would be off. Only to find this figure to be a living breathing human! He freaked to say the least, confused on what to do he quickly realized she was nude and in the rain! For who knows how long she had been there! He quickly took off his back pack and strapped it to his front side. He closed his umbrella and quickly put it in the bag. Taking off his coat he placed it on the girls back. Taking a deep breath he haled her up and lifted her onto his back piggy back style. "Your going to be alright you hear me!? All get you to the Professes lab quickly, im sure he will know what to do so just hang on!" He yelled to her, starting to run, through the mud. He had no idea why he was doing this. It was his instincts, just telling him to react, to act, to help her. He ran as fast as he could for nearly fifteen minutes feeling as though it was a race for time. Arriving at the professors gate, he struggling to lift his arm from carrying her and running to ring the door bell but he did summon the power. "Professor...H...Help...." The young man said before everything went black, he could feel himself landing face first with a thud into the mud though. It wasn't till two hours later did her jolt up from the couch he was resting from and the first thought that went through his mind was the girl. "The girl!" He repeated his though looking around frantically, this wasn't the outside in the rain, he was inside. "Glad your awake!" A voice of an old man came from down the hall. The two talked and he explained what he had found, she was seemingly raped and left for dead.For some reason this annoyed him, greatly. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked the professor a odd sense of honesty came from his question, he seemed worried and agitated."Shes going to be fine Alvion, she is just resting. What is your relationship to that girl anyways? You said when we spoke over the video phone you would be coming alone." The professor replied to him, assuring him she would be. He was curious why he had brought a nude, brutally raped girl, to his door step. He was suspicious that he was the one who did it and felt bad, going back getting her, and coming here to save her."None really, I have been on the road since I last called. I found her covered in mud on the road, like that. I couldn't just leave her there!" He stated proudly, and he didn't seem to be lying. The two men continued to talk, keeping there voices down, not to wake the girl in the other room. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Junko walked next to her pokemon, she loved the little rascal, he always was happy when around her. She needed to take a break, she needed to eat something and give her pokemon something to eat as well. She looked at the sky as her pokemon ate, a shadow went over her face as she noticed someone was near. She looked back and could not believe her eyes, it was the pokemon champion, "L...Lance". Was all she could say before he grabbed his pokeball and summoned a Charizard.She stood up and looked at them, not really knowing what they were doing, with a quick word Junko was on the floor. Her pokemon tried to defend her, only to fall after one hit, without saying anything he took out his cock and pushed it deep on her ass, her screams became apparent as nobody came near but he had to shut her up. Placing a tape gag he shut her up, after the raping she could not stand up, the charizard hit her on the floor two more times with his big tail then both of them walked out with her stuff.She woke up screaming, dreaming all of what happened to her. She looked around and she was on a bed. She placed her head back into the pillow as she looked around for her pokemon, "K...kiro? you are there?"no answer. She was now starting to get worried, she could not believe Kiro did not answered. After a lot of calling she started crying, she was sure Kiro was not there, where could he be?. She sighed as her tears overflowed her, not because she was raped, but because she lost her most precious friend. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Nether of them were quite sure what had happened, but asking her would be the best idea. It was no weather to go out in anyways. Alvion had changed into new, not so muddy clothes and taken a shower. He explained all that had happened on his trip, and how the reason he found her is because he didn't want to wait till the rain had stopped. "You see, I have been traveling a lot, and spend a few days pulling all nighters, which explains why I am early." Alvion complained, he did take note that the old man didn't quite believe him. He sighed deeply, saving this girl might of cost him the whole trip. Well it would be worth it, he had gotten to see her face more cleaned off. It wasn't long before they heard the scream, even though she was a ways away it was still something they knew to look for. The pair rushed to the room crashing through the door. "Are you alright!?" Alvion spoke looking at the girl who was crying. He had no clue of her pokemon, so his assumption was she was crying because she was brutally rapped. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. He wanted to go give her a hug, but he didn't know her that well. He wanted to do something for her. Not helping her now or at least trying would hurt his code of honor. Alvion wordless, in a single motion, he moved to the side of her bed, sitting down. "I know, we don't know one another... But what happened goes against everything I stand for! I swear to you I will find the ones who did this to you! You can trust me on that!" Alvion said with a grin, he was quite serious. So much so it kept the professor quiet. He wanted to try and reassure her, perhaps cheer her up a bit. It was perhaps all he could do to help her. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She looked at the guy who entered and that made her more pissed off. She sighed and smirked, "do you think I care what happened to me? I am looking for my pokemon". She got off the bed looking below the bed and all around the room, she felt naked without her pokemon and maybe she was naked right now but she did not cared. She sighed as she thought it might be stolen, "That damn Lance...". Just when she was about to run off the pain from the hit of charizard came back and she dropped in the floor.She groaned placing her hand on her back, a serious burn showing of what appeared to be a fire pokemon burn. She groaned as she quickly crawled to the bed. She placed her head on the pillow as she tried to let the pain fade away. She panted as she knew the pain was just starting, not having her pokemon was worse than anything, "K...kiro....", she said as she closed her eyes and began crying again. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | ? ? ? OCC. I intentionally jumbled it around a bit to make it more of a blur. ? ? ? This woman sent him aback, when she snapped at him. Her Pokemon...? They were just beasts weren't they? Things you use for fame, and fortune right? No... They were more at least to this girl. His hair fell over his right eye, from what she said next. L.A.N.C.E, not entirely a word that was good used in a sentence. She was being serious, there was no doubting that. His eyes began to narrow in on her. "It can't be.... H...Hes a Hero.... I admire him.... He helped my littl " Alvion spoke his eyes looking slanted by this point. It was then he remembered something, something he never thought of. Three girls, all around the age he was now, were knocked up. Yet they never said who was the father. Each baby and mother disappeared in the next two years. Everyone thought they had just run off with the babies, unable to cope with the shame. Then it hit him, what if she really was telling the truth. If he was the one... Then those girls... He could of... Rage boiled in the pit of his gut. Then all the Pokemon he had, even those creatures, no matter how much people made the fight one another... If he was willing to take human life then... What kind of torture could he of done to them. It was at that time, that the professor popped off, setting the spark in a blaze. "Lace has been under investigate constantly for crimes of this sort. But he never leaves proof, just like now. Girl, with all the mud and raid water, there is no trace of him, I have already checked, if you will excuse the slight violation... As for your pokemon, this fellow would be the only one who kno " The professor explained till he heard his floor getting a fist size indent. The professor eyed them both, a odd feeling came from them both. A strange drive, that was berried to fight. "Is this.... How the 'Elite's and there Champion' do things? Trample on other peoples lives, using and abusing them then throwing them away like there trash!? If there tormenting people like this then what about the pokemon, how much pain could they be in!?" Alvion yelled, he didn't really care about to much about pokemon but... Inflicting pain like that for no reason but your own pleasure, taking or killing those precious to someone, someone like her, or who know who else. He Raped her... He left her for dead... He killed or stole her impotent friends.... he took the lives of three villagers from his home town... And who knows how many others have died by his hands. "Professor.... If a trainer beats the champion at the Indigo 'games' he can ask one thing of the champion right...?" Alvion asked in a cold and heartless tone his eyes down cast, hair falling around them so they could not be seen. "That's right... Why?" The professor stated before he realized the brats intention. Lance was the Champion. If he won then he could ask Lance to do what ever he wanted. "Boy your getting delusional, rage tends to get the better of people's insti " The professor found himself at a loss for words, as he was before. He silenced himself, sighing in reluctant. "Kids these days, seems blood lust of old ages, doesn't die in some bloodlines.... Alvion, I want you to stay in this room with the girl, till we can get her well enough to move. Those burns, are not normal, there from a pokemon after all. She is going to be in a lot of pain, and that mark won't be a pretty sight, it will be scar she will carry the rest of her life no doubt. Watch over her, and don't let her leave, if you want your pokemon." The Professor told Alvion leaving the rooms sighing to himself. He wondered what kind of mess he had gotten himself into. Alvion himself moved form the floor to the couch laying down on it. The air was tense now, more so then in the beginning. He himself was trying to figure it all out, everything seemed to just scramble into his head, so much so it made him dizzy. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She groaned and sat on the bed, her wounds still fresh and still hurting. She looked at both of them talk about Lance and the nightmare started again on her mind. Her mind going around and remembering all the things he done to her. She could not believe that was her fate, being a victim of a rape by the champ. She looked around for her things and sighed, he must had stolen the rest of her things as well. It was not enough to be raped, and now she was stolen.She sighed and looked at the boy, he felt bad for the way she snapped at him "I am sorry, I just lost Kiro and I am lost without him". She sighed and tried to lay down on the bed, her burns making it impossible to be on her back so she had to turn around. "I...I was eating with Kiro on the corner of the road, Lance came and without saying a word he summoned a charizard and got us both on the floor in one hit. After that he...he...raped me and let his charizard hit me two more times on the back, that is all I remember, I blacked out after that". She was obviously hurt by wild pokemon that passed by, she groaned and sighed.She decided she was not going to be like that, a rape victim. "I will kill lance, I will set free his pokemon, I will take back Kiro, I swear it". She groaned as she looked at the boy, he was shaken up, "I am alright you know, beat up but alright, I will be back on the road in no time. I will have to get a pokemon though, I cannot do anything without a pokemon to raise". |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Alvion was laying there staring at the ceiling. The was all wrong, Lance was supposed to be a hero. The worlds best dragon tamer, the supposed best Pokemon, and also the rarest. But what he saw here... It made him think, that maybe he was just using that power to feed his sick and twisted pleasures.... He was surprised that she was apologizing, yet he remained quiet sitting up. His moments at this moment resembled a puppet being pulled up. She was right to snap at him, after all he knew nothing of the situation, and he stated he would find the one who did it. This just gave him a more vicious motivation. Listening to her tell him the more closely related details, of what happened it made his desire more vicious. Alvion was raised under a code of honor. His father, was a former gym leader, who gave up his position to raise a family far away from these things. Yet born by blood by blood undone, he found his son was going to follow the path of a trainer, and nothing would stop him. Alvion just never realized the reality of it all... Being a trainer, was going to be a lot harder, and colder then he thought. Alvion's glare moved to the girl, he wasn't trying to glare, but at this moment glaring was all he could do. "Rest up, the Doc said, the wounds will scar, but you should be up with minor pain. He said something about giving you pain killers too. All go see if I can get you some now to relieve the pain." Alvion sated and stood up, heading to the door. He did stop and turn back when he heard her speak of lance. He was indeed shaken by the happenings but this was most likely be the best. If he didn't learn of it now, when he couldn't beat lance, he would of most likely flew into a rage, and killed lance, and that would just be doing what lance would. "It seems as though we can be allies, we share the same goal... And all see about a pokemon for you. Vengeance isn't a noble pursuit but it is something that needs to be done." Alvion commented, he spoke in a unsure tone. One would guess that he was unsure if she, or he could ever beat lance. But they had to try, and no better time then the present. Alvion left for a good twenty minutes, before returning with the professor, with a needle in hand. Alvion watched as the professor made a B line to her taking her arm in his hand, injecting her with pain killers without saying a word. Alvion thanked the Professor as he left, without a word. Alvion had calmed down, the professor, nearly went off. As all professors they valued pokemon normally above humans. The actions he used with Charizard disturbed him greatly, what could he of done to those pokemon, to follow such a cruel order. Alvion returned to his seat, and laid back down. He intended to stay there all night. "Those pain killers should dull the pain, so that should help you get some rest. The professor will get you some clothes before you wake up in the morning. But he has to go out and take care of the pokemon, the storm seems to of worsened, so all be staying with you the rest of the night. Alvion Nightbane, at your servos, tell me if you need anything, and all help you get it or do it." Alvion sounded calmer now then he was before, most likely because he was venting his anger and confusion to the professor. He did seem rather tired, the adrenaline seemed to of worn off, and not only that he now had a bandage on his hand, which gave him a source of pain, in which he ignored by this point. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She looked away as the needle was placed on her arm, she hated needles since little. She was born on a rather rich family, she never cared much about money or the family business. She loved pokemon and Kiro had a special place in her hearth as the first pokemon she got when she was five years old. Now after ten years that happened that split both of them. She sobbed thinking of the past, not really hearing what he was saying. She wanted to defeat lance, in order to do that she had to beat the gym leaders and the elite four, she had a long way to go.She sighed and looked at him, "you know, Kiro was very special to me, it was my first pokemon, my father gave it to me before he died". She sighed and thought she lost Kiro for good. She hated not being able to do anything, she hated even more that she let Kiro down. She sighed and stood up, not wanting to wait any longer as she needed to be going. As she walked the first step the drug of the professor knocked her out, and she was sleeping on the floor before she knew it. Her body cold and her wounds at plain view, if anyone touched the wounds it would hurt like hell, if there was any clothes for her it would have to be with her back exposed so the clothes does not damage her burns, or she being patched up, she did not think there was a cure like pokemon have cure, humans are more difficult to heal, physically and emotionally. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Alvion had no idea what this girl was thinking or feeling right now. Pain, sorrow, anger, rage, were clear, but how all she felt was something he wouldn't know. With knowing nothing about her he could never hope to know. But she shared the goal he now had, which made them allies in some respect. He did still feel sorry for her, but he also felt slightly envious of her, how she spoke of pokemon. His father had kept him as far away from them as he could. He never understood it but he guessed so he didn't get attached to them. He knew what it would take to get to lance, and she couldn't do it alone. But nore could he, if he could beat her and do such things with nothing but a snap of the fingers, with a single pokemon, one attack. He was not someone that was in the league of normal trainers. He was dishearten to hear, that pokemon was a gift from her diseased father, his last gift was the request not to become a trainer. Which he was going to ignore to follow his own passion. "Wait! What do you think your doing!? Your going to kill yourself! Would your poke " He yelled jumping up about to run to her. It was at the moment he was cut off she collapsed. He was quite creeped out by that, what the hell kind of sedatives did that guy give her? A large pokemon sleeping pill? To be knocked out so suddenly like that. It was a scary thing but that mark on her back. One long lash, larger then the tip of a Charizards tail, it must of been two hits at least. "The professor said he had something that would help your back, lets hope he was right." He said carefully lifting her up and back on the bed. He wasn't really concerned where he grabbed or how he did it, but he did it. He wouldn't realize it till later, he had fondled her unintentionally. ? ? ? Hours later. ? ? ? Alvion was dead asleep at the edge of the bed quite oblivious, of why he was asleep there. But that's where he awoke, feeling it odd that he was there. His initial thought was, 'where am I...?' Though it quickly donged on him, of yesterdays happening. So much, so quickly, it caused a headache. But at least he saw the girl was still asleep and fine. He headed out of the room quietly to find the professor. Her clothes were already there, a backless shirt that tied around the neck, and the base of her back where she was not burnt. He was glad about that, but then again, her burn... It didn't take Alvion long to find the professor in his lab. "Mornin doc... hows the patient...?" Alvion asked in a tone that he made it apparent that he being a punk. He was worried about her though, it wasn't hard to tell. "She will be fine, I tended to her wound this morning, before you both were still asleep. Her wound is bandaged with a gel that will alleviate her pain and let her move a bit better." He spoke calmly as he tossed him a tube of the gel. He knew Alvion was confused why he gave it to him and not her. The two stared at one another for a good while. "Your going to go with her right? Your 'honor' won't let you leave her go out alone at least not like that." He told him, as he went back to work. He was glad that this kid was just like his father. Hard headed and a strong code of honor. The two of them remained silent for a long time. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She began dreaming of her distant past, a past ten years ago. She was on her house, watching some cartoons, life did not bothered her, she was happy with two wonderful parents. That night his father came with a rather large box as a gift for her. He had it wrapped on paper with a lot of holes all around, it was obvious it was something alive. She opened the box, and inside was something she could not believe a pokemon. She took the pokemon and started to play with him, the two quickly bonded.It passed five years, Kiro had defended her time and time again from bullies at her school. She felt safe with him and he felt happy with her. One time a few boys started to pick on Junko and Kiro, they beat Kiro with another pokemon and started bulling Junko. Kiro was so mad that he evolved right there, turning into a huge Arcanine. He defended her and from that point on they were respected.Junko woke up, her back still in a bit of pain but she noticed she was bandaged and some kind of cream of gel on her back. She stood up feeling better, looking around she sighed not noticing Kiro in there. She was brought back to reality, she needed a pokemon and some clothes if she was going to get out of there, also she needed to go to her mother and tell her what happened. She sighed and opened the door to the room, she started hearing what they were talking about. For the looks of things he was coming with her, that did not bothered her since she could use a backup in case something happened, obviously she was still a weak trainer.She groaned covering herself with a blanket and approached the room knocking the door first, "Mm excuse me professor, I just wanted to thank you for everything, I would had died if you two were not there, and I am sorry to cause you so much trouble". She bowed and kept her head down, not really knowing how to thank the professor for the things he had done, "I am ready to talk...", she started telling the story since he young age with Kiro to now, she obviously loved that pokemon. She paused in the part of the rape, after getting a big breath she kept talking to the two men. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Both of them had been talking about how to bandage her back, and not hurt her in the process. Alvion took it all in with ease, he was already kinda good at first aid. Seeing as he had a little brother, he had to be. The two stopped when she knocked turning to the door. Both listened to her in silence. After all it would be rude and harmful to interrupt her now.The professor sighed, this went deeper then he thought. But then again it wasn't his problem, though he had made it his. Sighing he snatched the two things he had been working on, Pokeball's. "Inside both of those is a Eevee, The pokemon in both of those are twins. They have a deep connection to one another, I would recommend both of you stay within a close proximity to one another. But seeing as Sir, Reckless over there intends to go with you girl, I doubt there will be much problem with that fact. Now then take these " The professor explained tossing Alvion two packs, it was clear by the wight what they were. Alvion looked at him rather confused. He looked into the new pack and his own, to find there was more in it, food, and all the stuff he was missing, there was a bunch of clothes for the girl as well, as well as traveling gear. "Doc...Why did you...?" Alvion asked rather confused. Why was the professor helping them both this much? It didn't make sense to him. Then he remembered what the professor had done when he heard about the pokemon. Everyone seemed to care so much about these things. What was it about these things that made them so special... "You guys got things you got ta do so get outta here. Your going to want to go to Pewter City though Virdian forest. Call me if you two need help, now I gotta get back to work." The professor said leaving the room. He was clearly leaving things up to the the tow of them. He didn't know what else to say to them. He was a Pokemon professor, not a councilor. Alvion just grinned, and attached the ball to his belt, then slung the packs on his shoulder, with the gel already in his pack. "He was right you know, I intend to head off with you. We both have the same goal, to make that bastard Lance pay for what he has done, after all." Alvion said with a grin on his face, he headed to the door. Opening it to for her, and lead her out and onto the path leading out. "Lance were coming for you, and when we get there, your going down!" Alvion said in a cheery tone, trying to lighten the mood. He took the lead not paying attention if she was following. He figured she would, after all he had her pack as well. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She looked at the professor and all that was handed to her, she was surprised that she was even given a pokemon. She nooded as she got dressed just as they spoke, she did not cared being naked around them, they already saw her naked. She sighed and looked at her new clothes, it was weird but in a way she felt like she was before the attack. She sighed and grabbed the pokeball summoning the evee. She smiled at the cute little thing and grabbed her, "your coming with me, out of the pokeball". She smirked and headed out with the boy waving at the professor as she left.She looked at the boy, he was weird in a way, but so was she, she sighed and looked at him, he was still pretty new to the world. She stopped him and took a deep breath, "first of all, thank you for your help. Secondly I suggest you take out your evee, you see some pokemon evolve if they like you, so I suggest you keep him or her liking you, the best way to do that is by traveling with him or her like a companion. She looked at her evee wich smiled, "Right little girl?". She sighed and smiled, "looks like I am going to teach you a lot about pokemon". She grinned as she took the lead walking, her evee by her side happy to be out of the pokeball. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | He hadn't payed any attention to her changing into clothes. He was to concentrated on the professor. He listened to her quite intently. He was quite confused about what she was talking about. He had That was right she was still asleep when he had done it. It was at that moment a small blur could be seen jumping from the professors wall, onto Alvion's head. "He was already out already, i woke up earlier, and it was your pokeball he had to fix, so I let him out to go play with the others before he left. The professor most likely went and told him we were heading off." Alvion explained, he already knew what pokemon he was getting, so he studied up on them. Eevee the Evolutionary pokemon, it evolves into seven types of pokemon. He already knew what type he wanted this his little Eevee to evolve into. But then it was not really his choice, it was this little ones. "I know a bit more then you seem to give me credit for." Alvion laughed, taking the lead ahead of her, sticking out his tongue. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She nods, she looked at the boy and sighed, "I have to go home for a bit, I need to tell mom what happened". She sighed and took out the map of the country, she traced the steps a good two hours walk to her home, "Two hours then we can get home, I can get a few of my stuff that I left behind". She placed the map away and started to walk, each step felt like a rush of pain on her back, it was a little bit better because of the gel but still hurt. She walked for over two hours then she got into her house, a huge house. Her mother was the president of the T.V. station on the city. She opened the door and saw her mother cooking, she rushed toward her mother giving her a big hug and now broken up crying thinking that she had let down her father, "M...mom....something happened, I....I was raped, Kiro was...stolen", she cried finally feeling a bit safe between her mother's arms. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Alvion didn't argue with her. He had no reason to, this was her choice. He would of stayed away from his mother till after he had finished things. Alvion remained silent though out the trip. he didn't want anything to start, she was most likely dealing with a lot going to try and tell her mother. This took a lot of courage, to tell anyone else today. He couldn't help but be astounded by her home. "Woah, ritzy, ritzy, that's one house ya got there." Alvion commented as his Eevee, who he was calling Allo, yawned hopping off of his head. Allo followed his master after the girl into the house. He stood off in the distance near the door, he didn't want to interrupt it, Allo remained with him. Junko's mother was in the kitchen cooking. She turned her head to the door as it opened. She nearly dropped what she was doing. She sat the knife down carefully before moving to her daughter who rushed into her arms. She was surprised by the tackle, she was about to put her hands on her back, but saw the bandages. "Everything alright, Mommies here... What happened to you dear?" Her mother asked her calmly, she was clearly worried though. She was surprised by what her daughter said hugging her close her eyes tearing up. The word 'Lance...' could be heard echoing from Alvion. Jessica Anzaker, Junko's mother hid her surprise quite well. Lance? That man who came asking about her daughter? This made he want to keep quiet, much more about it. "Everything will be alright." Her attention was on Alvion as his was on her. Jessica smiled at him, then spoke to her daughter. "Don't you think you should introduce your sweet old mother to that dashing young man, who's with you?" Jessica said, she was well known to hitting on young men. Many of which would be her daughters friends. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | She looked at her mother after she finished crying and sighed, her mother was always like that since she was little. She shook her head and sighed, "your not going to take him into your bed mom, he is the one who found me". She sighed and looked at her mother, she did not looked worried at all, that was her mother, no matter how much she tried she could not make her mother care. She shook her head and sighed, "You daughter came here, pouring her hearth out and you can only see her friend? you know what? forget it, I am getting my stuff and getting out of here". With a mad look she ran to her room and grabbed a few of her clothes, a picture of Kiro and her and some other stuff like money, and potions and stuff like that.She came running back down and walked away, "let's go, we have a job to do". She moved away from her house, now from a scared mood to more of a mad mood. She sighed as she walked to the pokemon center, she grabbed her Kira and patted her, Kira smiled and licked her face. She sighed and looked around, so many trainers on the middle of their carriers and she was beginning once again. A voice was heard in front of her, she looked up and saw a old friend, she smiled and hugged him, "Zara, long time no see". He smiled and nodded, "Where is kiro? and what the hell happened to your back". He sat by her side as she told him everything. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Jessica whined at her daughter when she told her she couldn't take him to bed. "But Junko! Hes cute !" She whined to her daughter. She was paying attention to her, really she was. But this time she was trying to get her to storm off. Once she had done as she was meant to do Jessica went to Alvion sizing him up. "Im Jessica Anzaker, Junkos mother. We don't have much time till miss hissy fit comes back down. Lance came here, looking for her, I have a feeling he is after her now. Will you watch over my little Junko, shes all that I have left..." Jessica asked in a calm tone. She was quite serious and was going to pry the answer from him. She smiled warmly as the boy nodded to her. She leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly. "Thank you, it seems my little girl got a good boyfriend." Jessica said with a wink, as she headed off into the kitchen. Before he could respond 'little miss hissy' came down and quite literally dragged him away. Alvion remained silent as he was being dragged his Allo was back on his head, the safest place. It wasn't till they were at the Pokemon center that she stopped, though he dared not get up yet. She was now talking to a friend. "Junko am I allowed up or am I going to continue being your 'rag drag' doll? And hey, im Alvion down here..." Alvion stated look at the two talking. He began to wonder how much his shirt had stretched from this. But it seemed as though Junko had calmed down. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | I saw Lance here a couple of hours ago. He went to some houses then left, I do not know what happened to him, but he is not the same as he was. The boy sat besides her and sighed, "I am sorry that bastard did that to you, I wish there was something I can do J". He smiled as he gave her a pendant, he saw Junko's eyes water as she recognized the pendant, it was the one Kiro wore around his neck, "He dropped this, I am sorry Junko, I will do my best to come up with info, I will contact you if I do". He smiled hugging Junko softly then walked off.Junko looked at her feet at Al and smiled, "oh sorry sorry". She smirked letting him go, she stood up and got her things, "Well time to start to become strong once again, right little buddy". Kira smiled and licked Junko's face. She sighed as she started to walk off, as she walked she heard a huge growl, that sound was very familiar to her, "Cannot be...". With that she stormed off to the forest in the sound of the howling.After running for about five minutes she noticed something big on the corner of the road, it was orange and black. Her eyes watered as she ran to the pokemon dropping her things to the floor, her Evee was on the front part of her shirt where she kept small pokemon that she wanted to train. She noticed a scar on the pokemon, that was when she realized who that pokemon was, "KIRO". She hugged kiro just to back off as she heard him in pain.She looked around and saw a few wounds, deadly ones all around his body, he was strong getting out of his hideout and running here, but his energies were almost drained. She stood besides his head and placed his huge head on her lap, she looked at the pokemon that was guarding something with his paw, she did not had time to look at it as the pokemon became more and more anxious then closed his eyes and stop breathing.Junk started to push Kiro, pushing him gently as trying to wake him up, "Kiro? are you okay?". She felt his pulse then her mood became histerical as she started crying hugging Kiro's head. She cried out, her tears falling into the pokemons face as he did not reacted. She did not even wished someone to tell her what she already knew. She continued to hug him, and then started to pat his head, she refused to believe he was dead. She cried out to him, people gathering around to see what had happened. Zara showed up too and rushed toward her, looking at the pokemon and taking a deep sigh, "I am sorry J...". He stood up looking at what he had under his paw, it was a egg. He placed the egg besides her and walked away to give her space. |
Not you average pair of trainers (Melody & Junko) | Alvion's hair had fallen over his left eye as he stared up at the two. He wasn't about to interrupt them again. The pendent seemed to of been of some impotence to her. What he had assumed is that it belong to the, 'Kiro' she spoke up. He held a blank motionless look, as if he didn't care. Yet that was just how he was at times. It wasn't as if he didn't care, it was more of locking down his mind, to avoid going off again. Lance had become a taboo word for him. It was a center of rage, and he wasn't pleasant when he was angry. He was glad to have someone try to pull up information, on there mutual enemy. It would hopefully speed things up greatly. He did show some surprise to see her smiling so soon. Though he soon realized it was fake, there was no way she could truly smile at a time like this. Alvion ignored it getting up dusting himself off, after all he had been dragged from her house to here. He followed her also hearing the growl, he of course didn't recognize the growl. "Junko!" Alvion chased after her only to arrive moments later, to watch the sad scene follow out. Once he stopped breathing he went to the pokemon examining his wounds. They were indeed severe, yet it was amazing. "Several of his artery's were punctured. I am surprised he got out that last yell, his lungs must of had already filled with blood. The bleeding externally didn't kill him, he died from internal bleeding. no doubt they used something to pierce the artery from the inside to make it look like 'Kiro' died naturally." Alvion stated in a cold and heartless tone looking over the body. This was his fathers legacy, he knew how this poor thing died. He expected them to be angry with him, but it was there right to know how. Alvion followed Zara so he could talk to him. "Zara.... was it? I doubt I need to say this but make sure he gets popper burial." Alvion said turning and began walking away before stopping mid stride. He seemed to think deeply about something, closing his eyes he sighed, with a pained grin. "And please forgive me for what I am about to do..." Alvion's face turned to a cold blank stat as he turned around. Alvion slowly walked to Junko closing his eyes as he stood behind her. It was at that moment he chose to act as he saw fit. Alvion snatched the egg putting it in her pack that he still had. what he did next was as heartless of a action that one would feel. Alvion ripped Junko's hands away from Kiro, grabbing her arm and proceed to drag her away. He spoke not a word but drug her for at least a good fifteen minutes. At last his attitude changed he threw her in front of her folding his arms he stared at her coldly, without a word. "Time to chose." Alvion stated, stading in her way, even if she knocked him down he would drag her back and throw her again. Until he got a straight answer or was done trying to deal with her. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | The Louvre Museum was a natural gathering place for the masses. The building itself was a glittering piece of artwork in modern and ancient architecture. Rich or middle class, the public was always an ardent participant of its exhibits and presentations. Tourists, of course, made up the greatest bulk of any attraction. The visitors that were now mulling about the exhibit halls after hours belonged to just that. They were also among the rich and famous, most of them, many who had been invited as generous benefactors and contributors to a new section of the museum which was opening. Others were simply there by interest and avidity alone, but none for no reason. Oddly enough, it wasn't for the Mona Lisa.It was a privileged event. Its attendants were decked out in their fabulous gowns and comely suits. The silk and rhinestone sequins, the brand names and make, might have rivaled the cost of the d cor around them. Ceramics and tapestries were set up along an array of exotic plants to depict history from South America s tropical rain forests and creatures. Some of the foliage itself was carved out of jade, the natural highlights and contours of the precious stone alternating pale green and dark emerald by a whim of nature. A number of furs and animals were also displayed, glass eyes docile and thoroughly dead as they prowled behind glass cases or amongst the very aisle way. Those she held a remarkable distaste for.A few of the most priceless, as well as bizarre, pieces were the jewels. Lined in rows and rows of glimmering wealth, carved from old knowledge and withstanding the tests of time, precious metals and gems gleamed beneath the flattering lighting beaming down upon the bed of lush velvets and cushions. While everyone might have sported their own trappings, it was the bead upon beads of water opals, the sizes of the diamonds, and the elaborate carvings upon a single pendent, that caught the most attention. Maybe professors and antique collectors entertained groups of other intellects for conversation. Others mulled about in their groups and social circles, greeting one another politely and commenting every now and then upon whatever was at hand.A tall champagne glass resided within the clutch of her slender fingers. The lady stood, surprisingly, alone. A dark red dress draped her form, subtly drawing attention to and flattering her curves and the pale of her throat. She was just another honored guest, one that had donated a large sum of money to the exhibit which was intended to preserve the beauty of the rain forests that the exhibit only temporarily attempted to capture and portray. A rather somber expression seemed to mask her fair features, crimson lips pulled to a slight frown as her crossed arms and green gaze looked down upon a particularly peculiar necklace in its display case. Tiger eye stones. Common enough from any novelty rock tumbler, but unique because of its age, design, and origins. The concentric circles in each truly did seem to gleam like a dozen tiger's staring up from the black velvet. She appeared to be contemplating something, if only they knew what. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | The party had started but one of its expected guests was running quite fashionably late. However, the sound of helicopter blades whirling rather loudly were soon heard as a black helicopter descended through the night sky and thereafter soon landed upon the cobbled stones before the Louvre. The distinctive logo of Wayne Enterprises was seen upon its tail and as it landed the doors slide open and a moment later the tuxedo clad form of its rather dapper occupant emerged from the helicopter with what appeared to be a trio of blonde Russian tennis players.Clad in suit so finely tailored that it looked expensive even in this gala environment, Bruce Wayne entered the party with a bevy of girls on his arm. A grin graced his lips as he looked around the crowd. A hand was raised to wave as he sauntered within, acting very much as though this was entirely normal and he did it all the time. After all he was Bruce Wayne, he sort of did. If nothing else being filthy rich was the sort of thing you have to take advantage of and really enjoy.A number of people rushed towards him to greet him and like some sort of king he politely smiled, waved and greeted them all in turn. At one point he leaned in towards one of the girls who were there with him and idly inquired Why are we here again? In a heavy Russian accent she murmured Something about saving the Rainforest. He nodded Ah yes, I do like breathing, rainforests are good. He stated rather airly as he looked over his shoulder Where s the guy with my big cheque?As though the question having been asked a fellow holding a rather large novelty cheque for a million dollars was lagging behind from the helicopter. Bruce paused as he waited for the fellow to catch up and then managed to halt the general murmur of the crowd as a microphone was brought to him as he remarked Thank you everyone, I just wanted to say I m happy to be here. This is a lovely party and the rainforest is definitely a good cause. So I wanted to show my support and donate a million dollars to saving the rainforest. With that said the large cheque was presented and then Bruce Wayne wandered over towards the bar. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | It seemed that the terms for fashionably late applied in Paris just as much, if not more, than in Gotham where the man hailed. As the raucous sounds from the helicopter called for all their attention, dozens of gazes were drawn up to the glass ceilings and the bespeckled stars past the sheer black metal. Several left their posts and observations to go and see the spectacle, while others slowly ambled along, all of the movement flowing towards the entrance where the attention grabbing idol would soon appear. Very few stayed behind. It might have been planned, the way the masses simply seemed to form around the source of light and charisma emanating from a very quick and brief speech, and how quickly the microphone was brought up.As the awes and applause rose up in the main lobby of the eastern museum wing, she passed a glance backwards on her way towards the lounge area. She had given quite a sum to the charity ball, but no where near the offering Mr. Wayne had heralded in. It wasn't so much that she was envious or indebted, but the airs he had put on gave her some need to be distant from them. It was rather suffocating, showing off. And there would be plenty of opportunities to be introduced to a man who needed no introduction during their night there, certainly.A scholarly looking man in a white suit was explaining the intricacies and economy of Gotham City, spurred by the new arrival. It was to that little gathering that she lingered to hear and learn more. Overbearing as the young multi billionaire was, it didn't hurt to know what she could. Her presence was noted when she gave that acquaintance a small smile. It was all it ever took."Ah, Ms. Kyle, you've not yet been introduced to Mr. Wayne have you? I'm sure you appreciate the donation as much as our museum does." The PhD began, offering his arm as an escort to her. He was one of the few there that she respected to some degree, and was one of the better people for it. "While his contribution was anticipated, it was far more generous than who'd have ever thought. Perhaps you two have something in common.""Perhaps." Selina supported, despite the shadow of doubt. "Is he always doing this?""The helicopter or the check?""Both," she grinned, her dark eyes picking apart the crowds."Well, why don't you ask him for yourself?" Professor Trepany suggested, the group that had gathered around the man of the hour noting their presence. The enigmatic woman and the elderly official made a rather striking pair. "Welcome to France, Mr. Wayne. If I might introduce to you the director of this particular charity project, Selina Kyle.""I thought I'd express my gratitude on behalf of the endangered species you've spared tonight," She continued with a lightness to her tone. "Tell me, what prompted such a generous whim?" The attention of the people around them became focused and polite. Inquiring minds might want to know. "Thinking about adopting a stray panther in the future?" |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Bruce Wayne indeed seemed to have arrived and subsequently become the focus of the attention of many at this particular function. Oh undoubtedly some of the locals thought his arrival slightly ostentatious but his reputation as a whimsical, affable American playboy tended to precede him. Beyond that being the richest fellow in the room tended to give him a him license to behave however he wanted. A bottle of champagne was popped open at the bar as various party going came to great him, commend him on his generosity and naturally women arrived to faun over him.He very much looked the part he was expected to play. His facial features were strong and solidly masculine in their disposition. Dark eyes and dark hair met tanned skin and an easy, casual smile to give him a rather charming appearance. His form seemed rather fit with the tailored suit he wore displaying it to some degree. A good breadth to his shoulders was also displayed. A glass of champagne was in his hand and he seemed to be drinking from it readily enough. His other hand gesturing as he related a joke of some sort or another.As Professor Trepany and Selina approached him he idly noted And there is a man after my own heart here at a party with a woman half his age. Those who lingered about him laughed in an appropriately sycophantic manner. However, he simply grinned to the two of them and nodded slightly as he noted Evening to both of you, if you haven t heard I m Bruce Wayne. Ah yes, it is a pleasure to be here in France. I don t think think I ve ever been to France when its this cold outside. Usually I m on the beach in Provence, enjoying the sand and the view. He grinned as it seemed a more appropriate answer than the women . As for whether you might introduce me to Ms. Kyle I suspect you just have. Not that I m one to complain of being introduced to striking women. A good evening to you then Selina. Ah the generous donation, well you see I was sitting on my couch watching some tv and my keys fell out of my pocket. I had to turn over the cushion to retrieve them and found some spare change, so I thought I d pass that along. The remark provoked laughter from those surrounding them and he took a ship of champagne before shrugging his shoulder slightly. But more seriously Selina, I just try to do my part to make the world a better place. Perhaps I m just more fortunate than others is being able to do a little bit more. He winked to her as he noted And I don t know about stray panthers, but I ve been known to keep things which followed me home. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | She was mildly amused at the answers he gave. While the chorus of laughter bubbled up around them, rising to the surface like the sparkling champagne, a small quirk curved the corner of her lips, lilting with the loft of a fine chestnut tinted brow. She was likely far more critical of him than the others might have been, attempting to see the real reasoning or motivation behind his splurging of monetary fancies. Russian women, of all ethnicity, that suit, his smile, and the apparent comfort and company of being the center of all attention. Not all rich play boys were quite as exuberant as this one. Maybe there was a reason for it. Then again, maybe not."You must have quite a collection, then." Selina remarked, biting back the notion of suggesting a zoo even if it was implied. "Does the one here interest you at all, Mr. Wayne? Maybe you were watching a documentary on forest preservation and natural history when you turned that cushion over. Perhaps I could enlighten you?" It was only polite of her to offer. In some sense, she was obligated to. No matter how little he cared for the cause he had unintentionally joined and no matter how little she cared for him. Still, even if forests were the last thing he worried about, there was something about plunging necklines and blond hair complementing red dresses that might have kept his attention.While it was rude of him to refuse her at the event, and after his donation, she didn't hold any expectation that was too high. Either it would reflect badly upon both of them, or it wouldn't. For all she knew, maybe he did enjoy all the shallow pleasantries and aimless conversation amongst so many human predators. Depending on how long he had been playing his part as the attention grabbing jewel, he might have even intrigued her. After the initial distaste cleared from her palate of first impressions, anyway. So much money and only so many ways to spend it. If only everyone were so fortunate. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Bruce Wayne did indeed appear to be rather comfortable being the centre of attention. His manner was easy and he seemed to let charm and humor readily spring from his lips to keep those about him amused. Although there seemed little serious about his comportment, he seemed to be there for a good time not a long time. Whether he came across as brash or suffocating in the manner that attention seemed to fix on him likely depended upon the observer, although if nothing else he seemed to enjoy playing the part life had dropped him into.He simply grinned as he noted I do have an acquisitive nature. He remarked agreeable enough. Bruce smiled as he noted Well I know that the rainforests make sure we all have air to breath. That seems relatively important. He offered her a bemused smile as he noted Probably a bad precedent to set to agree to let you explain everything you think I need to know on the subject after all now people are going to expect me to learn about cancer, child poverty and the inner workings of hospitals. He chuckled softly as he shook his head Ah but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman? He smiled to her as his eyes did indeed linger on the plunging neckline of her dress. He did indeed seem interested enough in that to humor her.He retrieved himself a glass of champagne and then casually strode over to her and slipped his arm about her waist. Thereafter, a rather bemused smile graced his lips as he noted Enlighten me then. He grinned slightly Since you have all the answers about what s going on with this particular cause. After all you now have the opportunity to convince one of the richest men on earth that this is all terribly important. He chuckled softly No pressure. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Those were rather surprising words. Did he really not know or care where that money went to? Selina couldn't help but to wonder. With metastasis, world hunger, and health care systems, were they just another noble concept, each as in depth as the mere knowledge for 'breathing'? So he knew air was vital. Impressive. She reserved her comments even as they became relatively alone within the bauble of a world that he had agreed to accompany her to, drawing him away from the social circle and the crowd."No pressure at all," Selina agreed, the curve of her hip lightly tapping against his as she turned out of his grasp, the return of her revolution sweeping up his arm to a more gentlemanly posture for escort. It wasn't as if she were another one of his paid models. She was far too graceful and aloof."I'm not so ungrateful for your patronage as to attempt to swindle you for more. I could hand you out facts and statistics as easily as you hand out checks, but would that make it any more gratifying?" She doubted it. The manicured fingers of her free hand slipped through the soft fur of a leopard frozen in its place as it stalked past them along the aisle. The barely touched champagne glass she had been harboring before had been left behind in exchange for his arm. "Besides, I'm sure the starving children of Eritrea would be more appreciative for a few more thousands than a few more trees.""Though... with a trinket like this," She paused, turning his attention to a ornately wrought jewel sitting in its case. Blinding diamonds decorated a white gold choker. "You might be able to solve world hunger once and for all." |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Bruce Wayne offered her a rather casual smile. Whether he had such casual disregard for the various causes he supported monetarily or whether he simply chose to present a rather irreverent image. There was a rather clever look to his eyes and surely one didn t manage to stay a billionaire by being a complete dolt. But he seemed to present a rather simple social image.He found the woman slipping away from his arm to take it in a rather more dignified fashion. He made a tisking sound as she did so. Although he offered no other comment as he sipped the glass of champagne in his hand. Oh I m sure there isn t, you don t seem the excitable sort. Bruce Wayne flashed her a smile as he noted You could rattle off a number of statistics and facts. But to what end, I ve already given your pet cause a million dollars. He idly noted I rather think were one going to save the environment that s about as much as you could expect from anyone here, after all I m just Bruce Wayne not Captain Planet. He smiled pleasantly to her as he noted Ah well to prevent them from starving I d need to somehow arrange world peace and eliminate poverty for someone who doesn t know all these facts and figures you certainly have high expectations of what I m to accomplish. Bruce glanced down at the choker with its diamonds. He lofted a brow to her as he noted A lovely trinket and likely exorbitantly expensive. I m sure if I bought it, it could raise a lot of money for the impoverished. But as lovely as that choker might look upon your neck, I m not sure how I should be able to use it to solve world hunger once and for all.. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | "Well, at least you know your limitations, I'll give you that." Selina offered. Fairy tales and children shows only changed so much about the world. It wasn't as if anyone expected people like them, corrupted and helpless adults, to do anything for their future. "You've heard that new adage haven't you? That if everyone pitched in and gave up a small portion of what they had, much like you, Mr. Wayne, many... problems would be solved. But you can't change society on your own. It's hard enough trying to fix even one person."It seemed she was spending less time showing him the sights than she was probing at the edges of his mentality. He wasn't quite as ridiculous up close. Still, he was right. It took a certain degree of finesse to get her riled up about anything, and one wouldn't find it in a social function such as the one they currently found themselves within. And she didn't find it in his company. He wasn't the only calm and cool playboy who had ever been in her company. And her particular breed made it difficult to warm up to just anyone in a certain matter of time."That choker doesn't belong here," Selina told him. Quietly, of course, as just a little trivial secret. "If it did, then the Mayans certainly possessed a bit of modern taste. I suppose, at best," she tried to justify, "diamonds are the same mined up out of the ground anywhere, aren't they? And if there's money to waste, why not waste it on something like that." Maybe it was a pet project, but it was more than just herself running it. It had been a collaboration. It was never a very good idea to work with too many people and gather them in one place and purpose when money and riches were involved. And it was not a good idea to throw money around without knowing which root it fed to directly. He and none of the other donations really could know. It was only a grasp upon the surface and the everyday knowledge for the good of trees.The fact of the matter was, who knew where the money went once it was in another set of hands. Maybe a few new sparkling pieces of jewelry that neither solved vanity nor the world.Her eyes had never come up to meet his, pinpointing the surroundings of the room and their implications. Eventually, they caught the sight of the tall and gaunt professor making his way back to catch them during their walk. At that, she finally did stop in their easy gait, his arm pressed momentarily against the side of her chest before releasing it to face him. In her red stilettos, her height was close to match him at eye level."Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne. Thank you again for your donation and company tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay in France." With that she turned to meet the other man halfway, saving time, the professor nodding his head in acknowledgment to excuse them from the main hall where everyone continued to loiter an hour or so more. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Bruce Wayne smiled to her as he remarked Well we all have our limitations, mine are just different than many other peoples. He rolled his eyes slightly as he noted Yes, yes, save the world, that s what all the rock stars are preaching. On the other hand it doesn t seem to cause them to live any less comfortably themselves, they d like everyone else to do all the hard work involved. Nor do I really think that everyone throwing money at a problem is genuinely going to fix it. Some money will help but more will be frittered away. But spending someone money for all these causes.. its good publicity. Bruce lofted a brow to her as he idly noted If it doesn t belong here then why is it on displace with items that are topical by nature? Seems to be placing it out in plain site where someone might be tempted to try to steal it for little reason then. He shrugged as he noted How big of a diamond does one really need though? They are rather pretty but what use is there for something like that other than as a rather showy display of wealth. He grinned slightly Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I ve more useful ways to do so than gaudy jewelry. As the woman excused herself he nodded slightly to her. It had been a rather strange conversation as far as these things went. However, he nodded politely to her as he remarked My pleasure. Thereafter, he headed back to the group of people whom had surrounded him not terribly long ago. His presence was naturally sought after by the glitterati there for the evening.Several drinks, and a rather swanky hotel room later he found himself upon his private jet and heading back to Gotham. He presumed the city had managed to survive a night without him. Yet without his watchful eye, who knew what sort of mischief might transpire. But at the very least one day should not be so long as to have allowed the various seedy elements time to stretch their legs nor to develop any misguided feeling of security.Surely the city police could manage without him for a few nights running. Hence it was with a yawn that he stretched out in his rather luxurious chair on his private jet, and picked up the novel beside him and thumbed through its pages. Even the fastest of jets took a while to make the jump across the Atlantic, the world would simply have to wait. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Not many people would know about the event at the Louvre itself unless they happened to reside in the city of Paris or be a notable invitee. The night would pass and its visitors drift off to their respective resting places and homes, their money circulating to whatever outlets they believed it was intended for. It wasn t until a few nights later, when the public could begin to come in and admire what the party goers had been privileged to attend first, that the display hit a hitch which struck up some obscure news presence in the world news. It was only a small section, granted, one that was greater in tumult and unrest within the halls of the official museum itself. They went to great lengths to prevent a thorough investigation, and thus publicity was very unwelcome.The lovely diamond necklace that Selina had pointed out to their visitor was safe and sound and being considered as an item to be auctioned off. What they had lost was far more valuable and a means to replace its cost was something the Louvre would thusly have to struggle to achieve. The genuine articles had been borrowed in good faith from their sources. Now they would have to find some way to repay their debt to the South American Society for Ancient and Historical Art and mend the distrust from their other providers in the meantime. Perish the thought that they would actually use most of the donations they had received to send it to the rainforest it was intended for to begin with.The thief itself was a more intriguing unknown. The few reports that they had been able to acquire form the guards stationed on the night of the robbery had been ridiculous. Either they did not see anything at all, or they joked that the stuffed cats had come to life. It spawned a series of playful speculations. The best reasoning they could come up with was that the archaic and cultish influence of the relics and talismans in the rooms. They infused the dead beasts to life and bid it to bring back the most priceless jewel to its homeland. How else would any thief ordinary thief know how valuable a common stone like tiger s eye could be?The notes in the Gotham Tribune made a small entry on the front page to the theft at the Louvre, mentioning an aside that Bruce Wayne had made a donation to the event. Otherwise it might not have made the headlines at all. The rest was the same average reports. Crime rates were stable and rising slightly, the most notable criminals were jailed while others were unknown, the economy wasn t bad and it wasn t great either, classifieds and editorials and restaurant reviews were as average as ever. Much like the fiasco at the Louvre, the buzz and rumors about Batman were kept on the down low.Whether or not it was true that one of the big cats that had left the museum, to go back to Brazil or follow their best benefactor home, one found itself above the towers of the Gotham metropolis. It was rather fitting, how very black Gotham appeared in the night, no matter how many drab colors showed in the light.Under the moonlight though, the pearls in her clutch shimmered quite brilliantly, a chorus of security alarms ringing out into the night below as a few masked hoodlums scattered to their escape car. The sirens were already sounding, their peal ricocheting through the ravine between towers on their way. It was a lovely, cloudless night, all things considered. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | Bruce Wayne arrived in Gotham and it wasn t long thereafter that he learned of the jewelry theft from the Louvre. A flicker of annoyance had crossed his features being rather aware that rather than to whatever causes were being espoused the money he d donated now was surely going to be devoted to covering their ass and saving face as best they were able. But as he told the woman he d met that night, he was hardly one to save the world.Gotham on the other hand was an entirely different matter. His jet had landed at the airport and shortly thereafter he d returned to the sprawling estate where his mansion was located. He was greeted by the ever present figure of his butler Alfred who bid him welcome and that the chef would be preparing his supper shortly. Bruce had nodded his head absent mindedly as he stalked off to his room and tossed his bags down upon his bed.Diner followed and then he was down into the catacombs below the mansion. In those caverns he d made the lair of his alter ego, that beast that lurked within him which dispensed justice unto the city with a righteous vehemence. The shriek of a bat would be heard as would the rustle and flap of wings, but for the most part he was left to his own devices. Bruce had settled into a rather large chair in front of a computer screen as he examined what should have been classified police material indicating what criminal activity had transpired over the last several days. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, nor did the police scanner sounding in the background indicate any current crisis.However, having been absent for several days, he slowly undid the collar of his shirt and then its buttons as he rose from his chair and over towards the armored locker in the cave. His password was input and thereafter that distinctive black body armor that garbed him was slowly put into place one piece at a time. His form covered so that he went from appearing to be the harmless playboy to the dark knight. Clad in that dread black and with the cowl masking his face he stalked back into the cavern and towards his vehicle.The Batmobile itself awaited him and its door was opened and he made himself comfortable within it as he started the vehicle and his foot weighed down upon the gar to send it leaping forth into motion as he took off towards the city. If nothing else transpired that night, he would have patrolled the cities streets ensuring to its safety. But a report of a robbery in progress was heard and he sped off in its direction. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | The trio of would be robbers were both flustered and frustrated with the outcome of their heist. The jeweler was some distance away from the police precinct, and even if they tripped the alarm, which they had been certain they wouldn t do given their knowledge working in the inside. There would be adequate time to make their getaway. As it was, they had lost a significant amount of time and the flash of the sirens were already visible from the other end of the street just as they turned the corner to the next. Perhaps they still had a plan B given their carefulness to plan from the beginning to end.As the sound of the engines and racket thundered down through the buildings and towards the direction of the outskirts, her work was more or less done. The block that she had presided over was once again fading into silence as the security alarm lost its zeal and the owners and investigators came in to begin the long clean up. It wouldn't be a very difficult case. Bringing her stiletto heels back up to the ledge where they had dangled, she rose, the appearance of a tail swaying with her movement from behind. The rest of the coil of her black whip was wound comfortably at her waist, over the golden rings of her girdle.Those, and perhaps the dark onyx that adorned and served as her claws, were her usual decor for the form fitting skin of black that veiled the curvaceous feminine figure. Of course after the event that night, she also possessed two pearl bracelets wound in tiers around each wrist, and a long string of the white pink orbs folded twice over around her neck. She was the prettiest black cat to traverse the edge of the street for sure. With her lounging and basking in the moonlight done though, nothing more to see or to her liking, she might as well have begun home. Unfurling her whip, she tossed the end out across the alley to swing past once the end momentarily clasped a portion of a pole.In midair, one of the larger bracelets slipped from her free hand, dropping down to catch and scatter over the windshield of the chance vehicle which happened to hurdle through in that same moment. That was a rather interesting sort of black and gaudy car. The pearls held together well, but the string that bound then snapped on contact, the beads exploding in no more than a spark."Oops." She breathed, looking down over the little pinpricks of light on the dark ground far below. More curious was the vehicle that had broke them. |
[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre | That dark supercharged and heavily armored vehicle sped through the streets. Something shattered upon the windshield and he d spy a pair of pearls rolling down the windshield. It was a short leap of logic to determine that they had come from somewhere above him. Hence the vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop and its top opened and a grappling hook fired upwards towards the roof of the building above him.Thus in a half a moments span the darkly clad form of Batman was seen soaring upwards towards the cities rooftops. That distinctive cowl with its pointed ears obscured his face, with the flowing cap rippling in the wind around him. Black body armor with its shape sculpted to mimic imposing layers of muscle rested upon his athletic form. Upwards he sped and soon with predatory grace his feet came down solidly upon the roof top and dark eyes peered through the night sky.Green slits slide over his eyes as night vision allowed him to search through the dark of night with bat like precision. His gaze scanned the rooftops about him and he spied a slender form a few buildings over from himself. There being no discernable reason for anyone else to be upon Gotham s rooftops, he built up speed as he charged across the rooftop and then leap to the adjacent building.His feet came down solidly upon the rooftop, but he never really stopped moving. An ebon clad and foreboding image he dashed across the next rooftop, another cable being shot as he neared its edge and soon he appeared to fly across Gotham s sky as he ascended to the rooftop where he d spied that slender form. His tall and rather broad form would land upon the rooftop as he looked towards the corner of the building where he had spotted her. |
Sexy Jutsu | Neji could see that Hinata had built her own cage waiting for the fool Naruto to notice her his cousin could not see that. As one who had lived his life in a cage it was too easy to see she would never be happy. Hinata could no more express her feelings for Naruto then he could see hers. Dear Hinata I need to teach you a new lesson meet me at the forsaken shrine outside of town Neji. With his luck she would ignore the note to hunt down Naruto.He packed a bag with some very un ninja items one way or another he would get her to give up that Naruto. He had a dozen plans if he had to he would become Naruto to show her it could never work. Who was she kidding anyways every time Naruto showed her ant attention she passed out. Cousin you are a grade A fool as quick as the wind her was gone leaving behind only the note. If she came he would do anything to get her to leave Naruto anything. |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata had found the note. She read it over carefully and she became very curious. Neji never wanted to teach her things before, why did he want to now? She was a bit wary, but then she decided, what was the worst thing he could do anyway, they were family.She made her way over to the shrine quickly and looked around when she arrived. She wondered where he was. he was he one that wanted her hear right? She sighed and ran a hand through her long black hair, her white eyes looking about. |
Sexy Jutsu | There was no point in making her stop seeing Naruto she could always get help. "Hinata i need to talk to you about Naruto" everyone but that boy seemed to know that she liked him. it would have been funny if not for the fact that he respected bot Naruto and his cousin. "You need to tell him or choose another person" he demanded the Naruto disguise in back up. he wanted Hinata to choose for her self but he could not afford her to make the wrong choice. they would never be happy together Naruto was a 24 7 ninja. |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata stared at him. She was confused. Why would he say such horrible things to her. Hinata looked at Neji and said "It is none of your business Neji who I decide to like" she said a light blush on her face. |
Sexy Jutsu | he placed his hands on her shoulder a dangerous thing to do with any ninja even a relative. "it is you are my family, even if i don't like you" he lied "i still have to take care of you" he could see he had hurt her good it would save pain later |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata frowned and she pulled away from him, somewhat roughly and said "I don't need you protection" she said frowning. |
Sexy Jutsu | there was no talking to her when she was like this he had to use his trump card "Naruto why don't you come out" he had never mastered clone jutsu to the degree naruto had but he could manage at least one. |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata's white eyes widened when he saw Naruto. She was confused, why was Neji doing this to her. |
Sexy Jutsu | "If you won't listen to me maybe you will listen to him" the switch had already been made he only had to throw his voice. she would never believe Naruto did not like her but would she believe the opposite. "Hinata are yo OK" he asked in his normal love and heart warming matter as he wrapped his arms around her |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata felt his arms wrap around her. Her usual deep dark blush came over her face and she said "Naruto, I don't understand..." |
Sexy Jutsu | "Neiji told me everything" he held onto he in the form of Naruto he was sure that he could trick he convince her to expose her feelings. what then accept as Naruto or reject either way she would be free of him. |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata looked down, her face going deep red. "He did...." she said feeling embarrassed. |
Sexy Jutsu | great at this rate she would run off and he would be stuck like this for hours "he did" slowly he lifted her chin kissing her lightly on the lip |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata felt his hand lift her chin up and his lips meet hers. She was in shock, she could not believe it was happening. Slowly her eyes closed and her hands wrapped around his body. |
Sexy Jutsu | For most his life he had been enslaved by the main family why was he trying so hard to help Hinata now. his lips on her felt good, a genius ninja he had never taken the time with girls maybe that had been bad idea. "Is it true" he asked if he had been the real Naruto he would have done something stupid by now. "cause if it is that makes you my girlfriend" yep have to keep up the act. "won't sakura be mad" |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata blushed lightly as he said she was now his girlfriend. She did wonder if sakura would be upset with her. Even though she tried not to show it, hinata knew she liked naruto as well. |
Sexy Jutsu | "well since you are we should go on a date" he took her had in his this was all falling apart she was not playing her part right. he did not blush that was not him and he could not make himself do it, but he would be in major trouble if Hinata found out it was actually her cousin and not Naruto Kun |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata smiled a little and said "Umm, alright" she said looking at him. It was a wonder she had not fainted yet. |
Sexy Jutsu | As always he had to play Naruto that meant the bumbling idiot "you want to go to the raman shop" he asked still holding her hand |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata smiled and said "Okay" a blush still marring her face. |
Sexy Jutsu | Neji found it a pain to play the bumbling fool "Two spicy raman my treat" no way he was going to make hinata play anyways he had Naruto's wallet idiot ninja indeed |
Sexy Jutsu | Hinata smiled and said "Thank you Naruto" a smile on her face. |
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