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Post by Rakham "Zekrom" Rahl on May 1, 2014 1:52:17 GMT -5
He was a teenager this time. Rather plain looking, really. Black hair, brown eyes, average build, and roughly 5'6". Yeah, real plain. He even put a few freckles on just to make sure it wasn't too plain, elsewise he might attract strange looks.
Zekrom wandered around the coliseum seats, watching some random trainers battle each other to train. He didn't feel much strength in their ideals. Not enough to even be worthy looking at, truly. But he had reason to hang around.
He'd spread the rumor recently...Zekrom could be spotted at the coliseum at dusk. And spotted he would be, from a distance, of course. He'd gotten very good at his illusion disguises, and his size shifting was the best it had been in a long time. He still enjoyed the look of confusion on the faces of others when they ran into his invisible tail, though, and even made it a game sometimes to see who looked most confused...who actually took notice.
He smiled at these thoughts, his illusion smiling with him, his red and gold eyes searching among the seats for any other onlookers. Perhaps he'd sense something in them. Perhaps not. He shrugged and moved on, fake clothes 'swishing' about as if by the wind. Yes..he was getting much better at this. Maybe one day he could hide his eyes as well.
He grasped a chair with his right claw, the talons making the depressions in the chair despite it appearing to be a human hand. Illusion was all it was, after all. The real Zekrom was still there. Still touchable. He was always careful, though. And most beings didn't notice things like the odd way this human felt...how they seemed to be touching something warmer than clothes. Smoother even. But they shrugged it off, like he shrugged some of them off for being so weak minded in their ideals.
He let go of the chair as he continued his rounds of the place. No...no one worthy of his effort here. But dusk was soon. And so would come those curious about the rumors.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 10:58:27 GMT -5
The thing about rumours was that there was always some truth to them. For a researcher, the truth was always a valuable asset, and provided it was used correctly, it could lead to great things. Today wasn't about research, however. It was about something different. It was about curiosity. It was about a question that had been plaguing the Surgeon's mind for some time now: why hadn't the legendaries saved them? That, he wanted to know. This supposed 'Zekrom' was the leader of ideals, of greater purpose. Of all the legendary Pokemon that existed, this was one that should have made a difference in the war. Instead, thousands of Pokemon were left for dead, either captured or infested with the plague brought on by the Miracle Cure. He wondered too, then, where were all of the other benevolent saints? Mew hadn't stopped its offspring either. And what of Reshiram, Zekrom's counterpart? There was much to know, and the Scizor wouldn't stop until he got his answers.
It was weird seeing the coliseum at this hour. The coming darkness illuminated the arena in a strange light. The Surgeon swore he could still see Pokemon fighting in the bowl, their blood staining the sand with every laborious strike. He wondered what would have come of him if he had abandoned his dream of becoming a doctor. Then again, he wasn't a real doctor. He used to be one. Now, he was just a glorified mad scientist with an even madder purpose. Still, the lure of combat did appeal to him. He spent the time between lab shifts honing his body. 'Just in case', he always told himself, 'Just in case I see them again. His family. Gone. Some dead. He would do anything to protect them, even now.
Strolling up the stairs, the Surgeon laid eyes upon a teenage boy. Odd place for a child, especially during these times. The longer he stared, though, the less comfortable he felt. A part of him was always wary of humans. What if this boy had a Master Ball tucked beneath his hand? Maybe he too was seeking out Zekrom. The Scizor felt his stomach lurch. He had a bad feeling, but he wasn't afraid. He couldn't afford to be afraid anymore. Fear had nearly destroyed him; he wouldn't let it happen again.
The Surgeon broke off his weird stare and approached the boy from behind, choosing to sit on a bench a few rows back. Distance was always important, especially when one had a knife under one's coat. "Nice evening. I trust you're not here for a match?" he began, using a rhetorical question to suss out his foe. One of his pincers dangled precariously behind his back, ready to spring his sword at any moment. He had to be prepared if this boy turned on him. Maybe he already had Zekrom's help. The Surgeon wasn't a gambler - not in these circumstances. He was far away from his table. No risks could be taken here.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 3:54:26 GMT -5
"It has been a while since I have seen any of my brothers or sisters." Torrens smiled, curious as to what Zekrom had been up to. When he had heard the rumors, he was surprised, he did not think Zekrom would actually show up, but he had yet to meet any of the Tao Trio. He looked around the Arena, he could see a few trainers battling. It was pathetic. What a waste of time. Battling against each other like that would do nothing. They should go and train in the wild, where death was an actual threat. None of this cowardly sparring. He shook his head, and looked around.
He decided to go down and take a closer look at the fighting, but was distracted before he could make any headway. A young boy, standing by himself, watching the fights. Normally, that would not raise any flags, but at this time of night, there was something odd about that. He could just be waiting for Zekrom as well. Or he could be Zekrom. It was hard to tell with mortal forms and especially with this specific legendary.
He leaned back against the chair, and decided to watch. It would be much easier this way, as that boy was the most suspicious person to date. He kept watching as the Scizor appeared, leaning forward slightly. If anyone was to know anything about Zekrom, it would have to be one of those two. He could tell just by watching that neither of them were interested in the arena battles. So he simply watched and waited.
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Post by Rakham "Zekrom" Rahl on May 21, 2014 19:22:59 GMT -5
The boy turned to the Surgeon, the red-gold eyes piercing, yet soft at the same time, the smile upon his lips not quite predatory, but somewhere near it. Almost like a Liepard about to pounce one of its own siblings for a game.
"I am simply an observer. No matches for this one today, or any other day."
He gestured to his belt, showing he had none of the gear even a basic pokemon trainer would have.
"I heard a rumor, though, of a legendary. Thought it would be something to see one, even if I'm not to catch it or even bespeak it."
The Legendary sensed something in this Scizor. A strength of ideals. Not as strong as he truly desired in his choice, but perhaps...perhaps he might be one to consider down the road if they became stronger. But for the Scizor, he would feel almost like he was being truly pierced by those eyes...like they were seeing deeper in him than should be possible.
"I would assume you are here for the same reason? After all, the battles here aren't the most exciting anyways, with some few exceptions."
He didn't comment about the labcoat or anything else about how the Scizor looked, nor did he seem afraid of him, even turning his back on the pokemon as he looked back out on the battles. His air of confidence was strange, but not unheard of. Probably one of those too inexperienced to think anything else but that they were invincible in their youth. He did wait for an answer to his question though.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 9:52:34 GMT -5
'Shit.'
The arrival of another signalled a more precarious situation. By that, he meant that he was now in the midst of two legendary Pokemon. A twist indeed. Part of the problem was that he didn't know which one he was looking at. He pretty well confirmed Zekrom to be the boy he'd seen initially. Assuming otherwise, he was in the midst of random legendaries seeking out their brother. It didn't seem likely. Zekrom had obviously disguised himself here, in this abandoned stadium, using a rumour as a lure, to call out anyone who wanted an audience with him. The Surgeon couldn't help but feel that this was a grievous error. Why, what would stop a horde of Pokemon trainers from coming this way? Or even Pravus? Of course, Pravus was already here, but in a more clever, more subtle, form. Maybe the Surgeon would keep this discovery to himself. Maybe he wouldn't. Only if the reward was worth it.
'Did I hear correctly?' Well, did he?
The gentleman that walked past him didn't acknowledge him at all. Was he being facetious? Maybe the Surgeon was jumping to the wrong conclusions. Still, his gut was telling him otherwise. As far as he was concerned, that was what he heard. There were two legendaries with him right now. If he didn't want to die, he would have to be careful. He secretly hoped that he wasn't around Ho-oh or another fire type. He had the worst luck of them all.
Time to begin the conversation. Glowing eyes. No Pokemon. The boy that was addressing him now was certainly not what he seemed. The Surgeon had confirmed that his hypothesis was correct: this was a legendary. Though he'd been dead set that his speaker was Zekrom at first, he was beginning to question himself a little. But it didn't matter. Whatever questions he had for himself were unimportant compared to those he had for his deities. His supposed protectors. "I have seen one before" he said quietly. Which was true: everyone had seen Mewtwo. The Surgeon wanted to test the waters and see if this boy would bite, or rather, this divine entity hiding in a boy's body.
After some time, he added, "I am." Looking to the gentleman, he nodded respectfully. Did they figure it out yet?
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 13:04:35 GMT -5
Torrens hummed a small tune to himself as he watched the exchange from the corner of his eyes, continuing with the facade of watching the Arena battle, even though it was fairly obvious that the Scizor, at least, had seen through it. Though, to be fair, Torrens was never one to hide. He was a god, why should he hide himself from these mortals.
So he watched, and waited. He had no idea what they were saying, and didn't care. The Scizor was wearing a lab coat, and quickly figured out that Torrens was Heatran. He was certainly a sharp little bug. He was certain the bug type would figure out if it was really Zekrom soon enough, and it would give a small sign. A slight stiffening of the body, or maybe a small lean forward in interest. Just a small sign, was all it took. Or maybe he was wrong, and Zekrom was no where to be found.
He shrugged, yawning, and reached his arms back, stretching. He met the Scizors eyes, his own quickly flickering dark red before switching back, just a split second, but enough time for the bug type to notice. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, a small grin forming, before he slowly turned his head back to the Arena match below him. Despite what he said before, they were slightly entertaining. One of the combatants was getting absolutely pummeled, 5 down to the other persons 1.
He laughed, and started calling out to the losing combatant, giving him hints. "The other person has far superior speed, but his attacks are much weaker than yours. Unless your last pokemon has a massive elemental weakness, you should at least be able to take down one more. He's got you caught up in his rhythm, you need to break his attack flow before you can fight back." He leaned back, happy with how the fight suddenly changed. It wasn't nice playing with those that were so obviously less skilled.
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Post by Rakham "Zekrom" Rahl on May 27, 2014 20:20:38 GMT -5
Zekrom's eyes narrowed a little, but not menacingly, more thoughtfully, and he turned completely to face the Scizor, his hands grabbing the seat now in front of him...forgetting once again that the illusion would not hide the indentation of two claws on the backside of the seat.
"And what would you seek from him? Zekrom is, after all, the lightning dragon. Seeker of ideals. What ideals would you present him as worthy of his time? After all, he is only one legendary. He may have eternity, but his time is still his own."
He was being tested...and Zekrom was making no attempt to hide the fact. And something in his voice when he spoke the last seemed to say it was a lonely eternity.
The eyes did not blink, did not waver...only stared into the Surgeon's, waiting for his answer. The wind blew again, only this time, the illusion's clothes did not waver with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 21:29:26 GMT -5
'Massive elemental weakness.' The Surgeon let out a small 'humph' noise and smiled. This other human-legendary must have been making a hint. Maybe he was in the midst of a fire type. Or maybe he was just paranoid. The former seemed more likely, however, as it would be wise for a legendary to remind its subordinates to be cautious. Most legendaries could stop any Pokemon in a heartbeat. The Surgeon, well aware of his respectable level 75, knew that even his power and his skill combined were not enough to stop any of them. He supposed that he had a few advantages, but one glaring weakness would always be his undoing. 'I hate fire.' A reasonable thought.
"A buffing move is always advisable when facing a foe with an advantage. Capitalizing on your opponent's moral slights may aid you as well" the Surgeon would later add to the conversation, refusing to stand down. He gave the man a curious look. His previous chuckle suggested a tone of amusement and curiosity. While his speech had threatening intonations, he would not make good on those threats. If anything, he had just confessed that he was amoral, perhaps even dishonourable or treacherous.
Turning back to Zekrom, the Surgeon went on, "I wish only to tell him that my previous ideals have eroded. I wanted to live in a world where everyone could live and could be loved. I now see that a dream like that is impossible after so many tragedies. My life is...so fragile. And pathetic. What does one do when one is helpless? Do they turn to the gods? Or do they look to something else to sustain them and bring back their shattered soul from the dead?" His tone was heavy and rife with intent. His use of the term 'gods' was a direct attack to any legendary - and it also presented a challenge. Where were they? What kind of ideals caused so many of them to abstain from the war, and allow countless people and Pokemon to die?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 20:15:44 GMT -5
Torrens smiled, glad the Scizzor had picked up on what he said. However, as interesting as the Arena battle was, and it certainly was getting interesting, the losing combatant had picked up on the tips and was now slowly catching up, Torrens had more important things to do. Things that involved finding one of his legendary brothers.
He stood up, and stretched, before walking over to the Scizzor and boy. He raised his brow when he saw the clawmarks underneath the boys hands, deciding that if this person wasn't Zekrom, at least he was someone interesting. So he sat down in front of the two, turning to listen.
He heard the Scizzors question, and decided to ask something himself. "Ah yes, like our mortal friend here, I am also curious. What happens when a god abandons those he was supposed to protect. How does he expect them to ever trust him, to ever worship or follow him again?" He smiled, testing the boy in front of him.
"Ah, it seems I have been quite rude, and have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Torrens Igneus." He smiled at them, inclining his head, his eyes turning to a molten red.
"But you can call me Heatran."
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Post by Rakham "Zekrom" Rahl on Jun 14, 2014 6:35:56 GMT -5
His eyes flashed for a brief moment, and he stared hard at the two before speaking once again.
"Then he shall answer with another question. What is a god that has no power over the world around him? Zekrom is no god, and never has thought of himself as such. He is but a powerful legendary, whose special power is simply the power over himself. Worship? Trust? He seeks neither. He seeks someone who will create their ideal world, and he will follow that one someone. If that someone wishes to protect everyone...then he shall do so as well. Just don't expect him to be in more than one place at a time. Unlike those that DO qualify to be labeled gods, he can't travel through time."
The chair he was gripping shattered, his grip having gotten that strong, as he turned so his eyes were on the Surgeon only.
"And I hate to burst your bubble, but you live in such a world now. Everyone here CAN live, and CAN be loved. But just because something CAN happen doesn't mean it will."
His eyes then turned to Heatran, this time the brief flare of his eyes was stronger.
"And he wasn't protecting anyone but his idealist at the time. That's all he was supposed to protect...or so he thought. Times change, and so has he. Now, he's much pickier about his idealist."
The boy peered over his shoulder, the sun slowly hiding behind the coliseum walls, and he grinned, as the shadow it cast onto the chairs in front of him, including those that had the two sitting in them, were covered in a shadow shaped like Zekrom, for he was not casting an illusion over that at the moment. Anyone in the stadium would be able to see the shadow...but it would look like it was coming from somewhere that would cast it on all three, rather than as if it were coming from the boy.
He turned his eyes back once again, piercing the Surgeon with them.
"So, I shall ask you...." What are your Ideals!?!?
The second half, he spoke directly into both of their minds, and with the full force of his legendary mental voice.
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