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Revolution, pt4The trip felt like a long one. CT had called in Porter to come in with a vehicle. Musashi ran his fingers through his hair. CT didn't have enough rooms for everyone. Three people, one guest room. Musashi never went to a school, but he knew how to count, just fine. Lilith was placed in bed to warm up, Lash had done Musashi the courtesy of changing Lilith into some dry clothes. Musashi calmed his flushed cheeks at the thought. "I don't suppose I could...borrow your couch?" he asked CT.
CT smirked, not being able to resist teasing Musashi. "You sure? She's all alone in there. Probably cold. Could use all the warmth she can get." he said, nudging Musashi, who didn't seem nearly as amused. "If you insist, though." he shrugged, tone more serious. "For the record, I'm sorry about your dojo." he sighed. "Bastards, all of them. If I had even the slightest idea of where they went, I would send somebody after them. Suppose all there is to do, is rebuild and move on. I'll help in any way I can."
Revolution, pt3The subway ride back to Icirrus seemed longer than usual; Musashi sat down and looked at CT, who had tagged along. "Shouldn't you have stayed in Castelia, with your family?" he asked. CT was Musashi's friend, he could admit that to himself. However, the last thing he wanted was to feel like he needed CT to pop in and save him from a problem he could handle, himself. It was hard to get over one's own stubbornness, it seems.
"Nick can handle things, while I'm gone. The boy has grown quite a bit, and isn't that timid runt of a kid he used to be. I could use time away from the chaos, anyway. Granted it's not much better, here, but with Lasciel being...well...Lasciel, and the baby, it's at least quieter." CT sighed, tiredly. "Besides," he continued. "Somebody has to make sure you don't pull another stunt like that, again."
"We just thought it would be a good way to make people understand..." Lilith pouted.
"There are very human-like Pokemon. Some can even talk, and some were created by scie
Revolution, pt2Later on that evening, Porter waited near the news station. He had convinced the station to air an interview with the hybrids, and he agreed to talk with them as well. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Man, twenty years ago his life wasn't so damned difficult. He was just a scientist, working on some new breakthrough with a man he barely even knew. He never thought it would lead to his near-death, working as lead scientist for an ex-Pokemon, having himself turned half-Roserade, his boss essentially reincarnated, and now this whole race war thing. Some of the experiments CT had done were horrific and Porter regretted ever siding with him, but at the same time, CT has also done just as much good, with Blackstone's research. Sure, CT may have only been thinking about benefiting himself, but Porter saw much more potential. Perhaps even some of his current research could calm everybody down, maybe they'll realize the hybrids aren't so bad. He could only hope, anyway.
Revolution, pt1Well, it had happened. Sebastian's plan had succeeded. The truth had been revealed. Many people couldn't believe it, that there were human and Pokemon hybrids. Freaks of nature. For weeks on end, the news stations covered this phenomenon. Some people questioned the use of Pokemon, some became curious and wanted to ask about the inner thoughts of former pokemon. Most people grew fearful and exiled the hybrids. Hybrids eventually became second class citizens. How could humans trust these freaks that hid themselves away?
Musashi sighed, sitting in his dojo. Several months had passed and half of his students were taken away by their parents. After all, how could humans trust their children with a Scyther? He ran his fingers through his hair. Humans treated Pokemon well, they saw them as partners. Why would they hate them now that they were human? It wasn't something they had control over.
Matters didn't seem to bother Naga, all that much. He was an obvious showoff anyway, so the whole thin
ninjaskag: *THROWS ALMONDS*
ninjaskag: *RUNS AWAY*
bonzaichannelone: Is that how you treat someone who just sent you those cookies. :U
Shii's story"What's wrong with it?" a deep voice growled, quietly. "A tumor, it looks like. Its location makes it inoperable, and is likely the reason for the subject's...."
"For lack of a better word."
"So, it's incurable?"
"Yes. He may not live, much longer." The Pokemon Center nurse sighed. "It goes completely against my nature to say this, but perhaps it's all the better. He's been rogue for a while. Attacked people and Pokemon. He's sick, and there's nothing we can do, to help."
"Perfect." the second voice said, a smile creeping along his face. "Excuse me?" the nurse blinked. The other man continued his eerie grin, straightening his jacket. "If the project fails, no harm done. He would have died, anyway. If it's a success, he will be cured. Now, then. If you please." he said, gesturing the nurse toward the room where the rogue Pokemon was being held. "Even he doesn't deserve to suffer, any more. I don't think-"
"Madam, if you wish for me to continue funding your center, you will d
SandwichSmaug: How can Naga have more children? He lost his balls years ago
naga: did not!
Smaug: You so did. Weren't you getting a sex change?
naga: i like being a dude
Smaug: -snorts- coulda fooled me with how long your hair got
naga: hey! the mutt has longer hair than me, and nobody calls him a girl! // shii: *shorter hair* // naga: ....FUCK.
Smaug: Besides......everyone nows who wears the pants in your relationship.....and I wouldn't be surprised if she's got the balls too
naga: OH SHUT UP.
Smaug: As I was saying. Pretty sure Eos wears the pants and jokc strap in your relationship.
naga: does not! // zee: totally does. // naga: NOBODY ASKED YOU!
randy: should you really be talking zee?
naga: ha! // zee: ...SHUTUP.
Smaug: Well guess things run in the family huh?
naga: ha, again! // zee: he was talking about you, dipshit. // naga: ....oh. well, then.
randy: at least naga doesn't TAKE AND KEEP PICTURES OF ME AND YES ZEE I'M STILL FINDING THEM.
randy: how much do
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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