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| Taliat Miskar | Apr 28 2010, 09:07:44 AM Post #1 |
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The ocean writhed underneath the helicopter, the waves tripping over themselves to get nowhere in particular. Taliat peered down at the watery mess, leaning his head against the window. He noted the peculiar lack of boats and Wingull that usually littered the seas closest to land. Then, suddenly, he could see the edge of the island of Althea, and the helicopter's landing pad. He leaned back in his seat folded his hands in his lap. Overall, it had been a very boring ride; due to safey regulations, Judith had to be kept in her Pokeball. There was a young man sitting across from him who hadn't glanced at him since they had boarded, so that was one small grace. He hoped his stay at Althea would be short. If he played his cards right, he could win enough battles to pay for at least one year's tuition and work from there. If they bet at least $100 per battle, and he managed to battle every day, that'd be a good $3100 per month if he managed to win. So that would take... about five months and a few weeks for him to raise the money necessary. It was doubtful that he'd battle every single day, however, so he estimated that it might take him a year or two to save up enough money. He wondered if his sister had been right in thinking that competing in a tournament would make some fast money. She knew how awful he was at battling. But it would make Judith happy. She often saw his schoolmates battling, and she wanted to join in on the fun, too. There was the added benefit of being better able to protect Taliat as well. As long as Judith was happy, he didn't mind raising money for med school in an unorthodox manner. Finally, the helicopter landed, and Taliat was quick to hop down and—stumble around for a bit, feeling disoriented and dizzy. He grabbed on to the nearest solid thing and leaned on it until the sensation passed. The dizziness was fleeting, thankfully, but as the world around him came into focus, Taliat realized that the "solid object" he had grabbed onto was the poor bloke that had been sitting across from him. He yanked his hand away from the boy's shoulder and flinched away from him. "I'm sorry," he said, wincing. "I didn't mean to lean on you like that." Word Count: [404 || 404] |
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| Acubenz | Apr 28 2010, 03:07:21 PM Post #2 |
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It was ominous, all of it. Ever since Carson first set foot in the Dakaha building where he had signed up and been shipped off for the tournament he felt something downright eerie about the whole thing. It wasn't that he felt he'd made a mistake or anything, but rather accepted a challenge he didn't have the least of a clue about. Not being so much the risk-taking type Carson felt like this would be a challenge. He was confident he could handle it, however- it's all just numbers after all. Besides, how threatening can an uncharted island in the middle of nowhere that some super secretive company decided to ship a ton of mixed experience trainers too without giving them details on how to survive be? The feeling of guilt suddenly burdened Carson's body; it was the sort of feeling of letting someone down rather than being responsible for something, which felt just as bad. "Maybe I should have waited for dad to get home before I left... I bet he wanted to give me some last pointers before I came out..." Carson gloomed over the thought for a bit, dazing off during his excursion in the helicopter. What pondered his thinking space was the relationship he had with his old man. It's not like the two's personalities were anything alike, which made it harder for them to have that father-son connection, but also the fact that Colby was really around too much and instead was off doing what he wanted to do with his life. Carson didn't hate him for this, really. The kid actually had some respect for his father feeling that the choices he made and how he was able to balance a family with it was pretty strong of his heart. It was weird that he didn't feel the same way his dad did, though. Maybe a little participation in this tournament can change that. After all, this will be Carson's first real experience as a Pokémon trainer. His train of thought all came crashing when he saw that the helicopter was dead over the center of the city, about to make its descent to deliver the passengers. As the chopper got closer to the ground Carson's pocket began to buzz, but by the time he noticed it was already over. The boy pulled out his cell phone, taking note of his missed call from his dad and a new voice-mail alert. "Darn, just missed it" he thought to himself as he began to redial. For a few seconds the phone didn't ring but with suspense a single "rrriiinnngg" went through before the phone cut out. Carson checked to the screen to see the problem and noticed that there was no signal. "Crap." "Huh?" Both of Carson's feet were now planted in the alien land known as Althea. An unknown man had landed his hand on Carson's shoulder, who honestly wouldn't have taken note to it if the man didn't apologize for it. The boy was too busy fiddling with his phone trying to get reception and feeling a slight nausea to his head to even care that someone was using him for support. "Oh, right." Carson answered automatically. He honestly didn't have a clue as to what the man had said, all focus still being on his phone. He clicked the buttons, but nothing productive came of it. "Hey, you don't happen to have a--" Carson wasn't focused when he was talking, still looking at his phone. "Oh!" His eyebrows rose in excitement, but fell back down in a second. "Nerts. I thought I had a bar for a second." Carson shrugged his shoulders, placing the useless cell phone back to his pocket. When he pulled his hand out of his pocket, Carson brushed off his shoulder where the stranger had touched him with a silk cloth. "Who knows what kind of germs people around here could be carrying..." Even if he had come off snotty or rude by his action the boy wasn't trying to be- he just doesn't like being touched. And he really doesn't take kindly to strangers. How interesting it will be to see how an anti-social youngin' and someone who seems to have a similar persona interact. [709/709] |
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| Taliat Miskar | Apr 29 2010, 12:58:45 AM Post #3 |
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The young man was too preoccupied with his cell phone to express any sort of displeasure. Taliat took a few steps back for good measure, watching carefully as the stranger brushed his shoulder off. Even if the gesture was rude, Taliat could understand the sentiment of wanting to remain clean. If there was one thing he hated, it was reaching out to shake someone's hand only to find it sweaty and warm. He let himself relax, though he couldn't shake the feeling that he had broken some sort of wall. That could have gone a lot worse than it had. Taliat had known fellows in Cianwood that would knock him down for so much as accidentally brushing against them. Perhaps he was just lucky that the stranger's cell phone wasn't working right... And then, something hit him. He blinked, startled to think of it. He took out a PDA that his sister had given him as a good-bye present, something to keep him updated in the medical world. It had been hitherto untouched, its batteries fresh and fully charged. When Taliat turned it on, however, it the screen flashed once, and the whole thing buzzed loudly before sparking and shutting down completely. He turned it off, then on again with no result. Looking up, he addressed the stranger. "If things like cell phones and PDAs don't function well here, other electronics may not work, either. Like Pokeballs." Worried, Taliat put his PDA away and took Judith's Pokeball out of his pocket. As soon as he pressed the white button in the middle, however, it shed sparks like a rouge firecracker and grew hot to the touch. Taliat dropped the ball in surprise. It hit the ground, crackling and sparking like a demented Voltorb. It opened up with a loud crack and a great puff of smoke, launching Judith out of her round home and right before the young man-cum-cane. Disoriented, she scrabbled at the ground a bit, trying to get up and only succeeding by a thin margin. She wobbled a bit and shook her head to try and clear her vision, but ended up bumping against the stranger's leg. For a moment, she looked as if she was going to be sick, but she merely sneezed hard enough to knock herself back upon her haunches. She looked up at the stranger. He had brownish hair and hazel eyes... Not Taliat. She turned her head away and walked over to Taliat, who had been watching the whole thing in barely-concealed horror. As soon as Judith was out of the stranger's reach, he bent over and picked her up. She nuzzled her nose into his neck, happy to find something familiar. At this point, she never wanted to go back into her Pokeball again, especially if it was going to do... that every time she was released. At least she was small and would be easy to carry if she was ever knocked out. Taliat shifted Judith in his arms and picked up the smoldering Pokeball, forced it shut and put it in his pocket. Hopefully it wouldn't explode in his pants or anything. He looked over at the stranger, feeling that he should say something. "Perhaps it would be best if you let out your Pokémon and got it over with," he said. Although, once he said it, he had a feeling that the fellow's Pokeball would function perfectly well, just to mess with him. It always worked that way: he'd give someone a piece of advice, and they'd find a better way to do it. He had stopped giving advice to people a long time ago, but this was an exception: anything to fill the awkward silence forming between him and the stranger would be nice, even if the statement itself was more awkward than the silence. [633||1037] Edited by Taliat Miskar, Apr 29 2010, 01:01:51 AM.
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| Acubenz | Apr 29 2010, 03:38:12 PM Post #4 |
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Taliat fiddled with his hand-held computer device, but Carson paid no mind. What exactly he was paying attention to wasn't something physical, but instead to his thinking process as he tried to determine what in the world he did next. Thinking to himself, the boy ran out what events had happened thus far today. He boarded a helicopter in Slateport which already had a few passengers on it and mindlessly zoned out during the five or so hour trip to the island he now stood on. "So...nothing important that I've forgotten." He continued to analyze the day, and remembered there was something he was told by someone about some sort of housing or something he had to take care of upon arrival to the island. Carson shrugged as he slid his right hand into his pocket. The trainer's attention was sparked once again by the stranger who hypothesized that as well as cell-phones and other electronic devices didn't work on the island Pokeballs might not as well. Carson's hand was already gripped around Peiper's holding cell in the boy's pants pocket. He wasn't scared that it wouldn't work, but wanted to see the stranger try it out first before embarrassing himself. Carson is always the type to analyze everything, leaving no chance for error. One of his best methods for avoiding error is to watch and learn as another person tries something first. Taliat's hand had clicked the center button of his Pokémon's home to be surprised by a small surge of electricity that caused him to drop the sphere. Carson's eyebrows rose in astonishment as the creature that had escaped the erupting device. It was a Pokémon he wasn't familiar with. The fox-like specie had a red-brown pelt, brown, pupil-less eyes and six orange tails. Across its head were orange bangs and three curls of matching orange fur. The underbelly of the Pokémon was a deep cream color, her feet a dark brown. She was small in size, probably no more than two feet tall and no way weighing over thirty pounds. Out of nowhere the Pokémon whipped its nose up in the air, closed its eyes and released a sneeze that pushed her up right. Her wide-eyes focused up on Carson's face, quickly becoming rather lost in the trainer's gazing hazel eyes before she noticed that he was not her trainer. Once she realized this the small creature walked over to her trainer who promptly picked her up in his arms. Carson watched as the two shared a loving nuzzle. He caught on to the fact that this trainer and their Pokémon were rather close, and hoped that he and his partner will one day be the same way. Speaking of his partner... Carson honestly didn't know a thing about it. Well, he knew it was a Swablu and that it was a flying type, the extent of the information his mother was able to provide him with. The novice didn't even know what kind of moves the Pokémon could use, if any. He and Peiper spent hardly any time together since he received the Pokeball containing the creature from his grandfather. "This...could be bad. I suppose I should have better thought this one through before jumping into it.' Once again Carson wasn't paying attention to the stranger who had made contact with him and instead was lost in his own thought. "Oh, right. Pokeball..." Carson was heeding the advice from the other trainer that he hardly chimed in on. He heard something along the lines of "Pokémon," "out," and "over with." Even though he planned on letting the Pokémon out the entire time Carson wanted to make sure he didn't have a fall-up like the man he had witnessed get shocked by his own Pokémon's Pokeball. Carson clicked the center button of his Pokeball and immediately released it into the air. As it flew up the blue and white sphere spun around in circles, but didn't seem to want to open. "'Karp. Maybe I'm supposed to be saying "Go Peiper!" or something..." The lack of skill of the boy was evident- he didn't even know how to release his partner from its holding sphere. The spinning Pokeball soon landed off the ground bounced back up and finally clicked open. In what seemed to be a fish-net veil of light appeared a blue-bodied bird with two fluffy wings that oddly resembled clouds. Peiper flapped around in the air a bit before being grounded by a sudden woozy feeling. "Swaa," cried the Pokémon now rested next to his Pokeball. Carson bent over and picked up the sphere while petting his partner on the head. "You alright, Peiper?" The bird nodded with its whole body before hopping back into the air. He remained suspended next to his trainer's right arm. Carson took a step forward toward the stranger, Peiper following. "Maybe he knows what to do..." "What do we do now?" Carson's bluntness was shining through- no sort of introduction, no sort of formality, just the question he wanted answered. [840/1549] |
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| Taliat Miskar | Apr 29 2010, 09:28:23 PM Post #5 |
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To Taliat's surprise, the trainer followed his advice (and improved on it). For one thing, he threw the Pokeball into the air instead of holding onto it like an idiot. For another, the Pokeball didn't react quite as strangely. Perhaps the malfuctioning was a one-time-only thing, something that wouldn't create a major inconveince. The little Swablu came bouncing out of its Pokeball without much of a hitch and was happy to float by his master's side. Judith twisted her head around to look at the fluffy bird. She'd never seen one in real life before, but Malia had show her a picture of it, telling her to aim for the wings if she should ever try to battle one. She blinked, realizing that she didn't know much else about Swablu, or even flying-types in general, but only to aim for the wings. She waved her paw at it in greeting, feeling a tad shy. The most Taliat knew about the Swablu was proper wing care, and how to bandage the wing should it ever break. In any case, Taliat was faced with the young man's question: "What do we do now?" He wasn't quite sure, but he had a feeling that it would be best to sign up for a room in the dormitories. Looking around, he couldn't see any terminals for registering for the tournament itself, most likely because they'd done that before boarding the helicopter. He did see a terminal for housing assignments, however. A small line of trainers stood before it, each entering their information and receiving a printed slip from a slot on the side of the terminal. "We should see where we're going to live for the next few years," he said. "There's a terminal over there." He gestured with his free hand to the small computer where the line of trainers was diminishing. He wondered if they would assign him a roommate or if it would force him to choose. He didn't know anybody here, save for the random fellow he'd used as a cane for a few seconds. If anything, Taliat hoped he wouldn't be stuck with someone that snored. He could never get used to his father's snoring, and often had to wear ear plugs to bed. With this in mind, he walked over to the terminal and got in line without looking back to see if Carson would follow. He had a feeling that they weren't required to choose a room before doing anything else, like jumping right into a battle. If the young man wanted to do something else, it made no difference to him. There weren't many trainers in front of the terminal, so he would only have to wait a few moments. Judith rested her head on Taliat's shoulder, watching the little Swablu as it floated next to its trainer. She hadn't come into contact with any other Pokémon, save for the ever-common fighting-types in Cianwood, and they mostly flexed their muscles until she walked away. Learn Extrasensory and hit them with it, Malia had told her. Was that all there was to most Pokémon relations? Fighting each other? Of course, Pokémon on the same team might get along well, but it was different when it was a stranger's Pokémon. She tilted her head to the side. Maybe it would be worthwhile to talk to this Pokémon. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she'd have a new friend. "Hello," she said to the Swablu. "I'm Judith. What's your name?" Her tails swished from side to side, occasionally batting at Taliat's face. He brushed them aside and stepped forward a tad as the line moved up. [608||1645] |
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| Acubenz | May 6 2010, 06:25:31 AM Post #6 |
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All of this didn't seem overwhelming at first, but now that Carson was on the island and wondering what to do next the young man realized he may have gotten in way over his head. There was a maze of a city with a plethora of trainers and their Pokémon of every verity around him; Carson wasn't use to so much interaction. The most attention his quite hometown of Petalburg gets is when the gym leader Norman is challenged to a battle, which sparks a migration of the leader's almost cult-like worshipers from North Petalburg come to watch the battle. Other than those few and far in-between occasions Carson was secluded to his family and neighbors. Not in Althea, though. Around every corner there seemed to be a different character, each accompanied by a different partner. "Bluu" Peiper perched on his trainer's shoulder, being careful not to scratch or rip his trainer's delicate clothes. Carson didn't bother to pet his Pokémon, knowing physical interaction isn't something the bird favors. "It's alright, Peiper. It's just a fox, what harm could it possibly do to you? You can fly!" Carson reassured his startled partner that Taliat's docile fox wouldn't look for a fight with him. Or so the boy hoped. Carson wasn't busy ignoring the other man, but instead actually tuning into what he had to say. His eyes widened and his heart began to beat a million miles an hour when the stranger suggested they see where they're going to be living, for the next few years. This isn't what the boy signed up for, no. He hoped to be here briefly, battling his hardest and becoming a well-respected trainer. It seems that this time that won't be the case. Carson gulped, shaking his head at the thought. "You really think we'll be here for a year or more?" He asked as he tailed along behind the man he didn't even know. Carson wasn't afraid to be alone, but liked the idea of having someone older than him to get answers to questions he couldn't solve himself from. The boy planned on doing whatever this black-haired man did. For now, at least. Judith's invitation to an amiable chat wasn't ignored by Peiper. Although he doesn't favor talking to other Pokémon he does have the curiosity to return speech if addressed. "Well-met, Judith. I'm Peiper the Swablu, Carson's trusty left shoulder partner." Peiper's mannerism when talking made it sound more song-like rather than simple dialect. Peiper floated off of his trainer's shoulder and closer to Judith. Carson hardly took notice the weightless bird was off of his shoulder, but panicked when he realized it was floating close to an unfamiliar Pokémon. "Peiper! Oh, sorry sir. I didn't mean for my Pokémon to invade your space like that." Carson was addressing Taliat, fearing that his little Swablu was too close for comfort to the man and his Pokémon. "He means no harm, of course. From what that street sign back there said battling is strictly prohibited in-town anyways." Peiper floated away from Judith, flying back to his perch on his trainer's shoulder. They continued waiting in line behind Taliat, hoping to get an empty dorm, or at least one without a psychopath, or a grass-type Pokémon. [543/2029] |
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| Taliat Miskar | May 9 2010, 01:43:58 AM Post #7 |
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The line moved up by one, and Taliat moved with it. It was nearing the middle of the day, and a fresh helicopter full of new arrivals filled the landing area with more people. He was used to the crowds; even though Cianwood was a quiet city, the college in Goldenrod had been filled to the brim with students and trainers and there were, quite naturally, battles wherever there was more than a square yard of room. Althea was merely a bigger version of that, though trainers weren't allowed to battle within New Haven. It made sense; there was no use suffering collateral damage in the only part of the city humans could live in. It was finally Taliat's turn at the terminal, and he carefully wiped the keys with a handkerchief to make sure they were clean. It only asked for his name, which Pokémon he had, his age and his gender. That was all? What if people were allergic to a type of Pokémon or something? How would they fix that? His initial panic was quashed by Carson, who asked: "You really think we'll be here for a year or more?" Taliat blinked, pausing the middle of entering his name. Well, he knew that he would be here for a year or more, knowing how bad he was with battles. Besides that, there were quite a few trainers here, enough to make any well-organized tournament run for a good, long time. Looking around, he could see a few trainers letting out their Pokémon for what he figured was the first time, and shyly crouching down to pet them. "So many of us are beginners," he thought. "Even if there are more experienced trainers in this mix, none of them have reached the top yet, or else the tournament would already be over." He looked back at the terminal's screen and typed in the rest of his name. "Perhaps. There are a great number of trainers here, and nobody has told us exactly how to win the tournament. It takes time to grow, too. I don't mean to insult you, but if your Swablu is new at battling, it will take him time to get used to it, and then he has to get good at it." He paused once more. "Judith and I have to do just that," he added, hoping he hadn't sounded like an ass. He finished entering his information and took the small slip of paper that came crawling out of the slot next to the screen. It read, "Room 34A" and had a small map underneath. He stepped aside so Carson could enter his information and quietly studied the map. He then realized that the only reason a person would ask if he really thought they'd be there a while is if they didn't want to be there for that long. "...Of course, you'll probably grow quickly. Who knows?" He shrugged as best he could with a Vulpix in his arms, and put the slip of paper in his pocket. Getting to the dorms themselves wasn't going to be too complex; the map had marked various landmarks to watch out for on the way there. Meanwhile, Judith quietly crawled out of Taliat's arms and onto his head, balancing her feet on his shoulder. The Swablu had a funny way of talking, almost as if he were singing all the time. She liked it. If only he had just stayed by her long enough, she could have licked him to try and show him that she was friendly. Then again, was licking a bird Pokémon on the beak considered friendly, or did it mean you wanted to eat it? She didn't know; all she could think of was Malia's advice: aim for the wings. Her fur bristled slightly, reflecting her irritation. She looked over at Peiper. "It's nice to meet you, Peiper of the Left Shoulder." She paused, unsure of what to say next. "...When you're in battle, make sure nothing hits your wings, okay?" [669||2314] Edited by Taliat Miskar, May 9 2010, 01:46:29 AM.
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